Hymn to Hestia

by Lady Bella Sundancer

Hail Hestia, Lady of Fire
Lady of the Hearth, Lady of warmth and comfort
Your home is a bower for all,
A place to warm the heart and soul
With your power we forge our circle,
Forge our metal, forge our will
From your fire civilisation is born
Fire burns, fire cleanses, fire ignites
Smoke is sacred, smoke clouds, smoke transmutes
From the hearth we make a home
A place for all to be welcome
Or a place to hive away
Yet you have another side,
One perhaps less welcoming
Fire consumes, fire blasts, fire destroys
Smoke chokes, smoke clogs, smoke kills
From the ashes we rise anew
Transformed by your spark
Rising to the light from the dark
You are true mistress
Mistress of hearth and home
Mistress of the flame
Mistress of lore
Fire is perfect for telling stories
Carrying the wisdom of the ages
Lady of fire and flame, We pray to you
For warmth, protection, and strength of will