O Holy, O Sacred
Holy are you, who first lit the fires
You who taught man to warm himself
And not fear the night in the light of your flames
Sacred is your hearth, that central place
Where from most humble beginnings you were worshiped
First among the Gods to reach out to man
Holy are you, o radiant virgin
You who taught man to build for himself a home
To surround your sacred hearth and be sheltered
Sacred is that home, your gift
Where man and woman, child and parent
Live out their lives and welcome guests
Holy are you, o divine lady
You who dwell with man and woman
And offer them your light and wisdom
Sacred is your presence
Which warms the heart and soothes the soul
Even as it engenders tradition
Holy are you, o Hestia of the oil lamps
Olympian Goddess turned humanity’s guardian
First and last in our daily prayers
Art: Hestia by Howard David Johnson
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