My Prayers

Praise be to you,
oh, Horned One
Lord of the crackling flame,
and sun swept meadow
Father to all those who hunt
and run
King of the wildest nights
and deepest woods
I honour you.

Cernunnos
Lord of the liminal, the in-between
The place between life and death,
man and woman, hunter and hunted
Lord of the cycles of life,
of both ancient moss covered forests,
and hallowed burial mounds
King to all who live in your realms,
plant and animal, witch and Fae,
and all that lies in between.
I honour you

You stand tall within your sacred grove,
The sun's rays shining through your antlered crown
I feel your call, oh, Cernunnos
You stand rooted deeply within the Earth,
Connected to all things living and passed,
I hear your call, oh, Cernunnos

You lead the dance ‘round the blazing bonfire,
The drums echoing the beat of your heart
I feel your call, oh, Cernunnos
You lead the hunt through forest deep,
The spirit of hunting wolf and hunted stag both,
I hear your call, oh, Cernunnos

You stand firmly ‘pon the threshold,
The liminal of body and time and place is yours,
I feel your call, oh, Cernunnos
You sit cross-legged between the standing stones,
The power of tree and root and fur and fang is yours,
I hear your call, oh, Cernunnos

You wear the torc of sun-bright shining gold,
The wealth of coin and wealth of life are yours to give,
I feel your call, oh, Cernunnos
You hold the horned serpent within your grasp,
The keeper of ancient knowledge and lore long forgotten,
I hear your call, oh, Cernunnos