Libation to Hera

Libation to HERA

By the Artemis Mounykhia Congregation

01/12/13

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Ben:

Koimeson stoma!”

Nicole:

Silence your lips!”

Officiant #3:

Hestia, you who tend the holy house of the lord Apollo, the Far-shooter, with soft oil dripping ever from your locks, come now into this house, come, having one mind with Zeus the all-wise, draw near, and withal bestow grace upon our song.”

(from Homeric Hymn to Hestia, altered slightly)

[Officiant #3 pours libation to Hestia]

Officiant #4:

“Hear us on this day, great Hera.”

Everyone:

“Hear us”

Officiant #4:

“We sing of you, golden-throned Hera, whom Rhea bare.

Queen of the immortals is she, surpassing all in beauty:

she is the sister and the wife of loud-thundering Zeus

– the glorious one whom all the blessed throughout high Olympos reverence

and honor even as Zeus who delights in thunder.”

(from the Homeric Hymn to Hera, changed slightly)

Everyone:

“Hera, we sing your praises”

Officiant #4:

“May our libations today reach your lips”

Ben (with everyone else alternately pouring):

A libation in your honor, Hera Boöpis, “cow-eyed”

Everyone:
”Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

A libation in your honor, Hera Pais, “maiden, girl”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

A libation in your honor, Hera Hêniokhê, “of the chariot”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

A libation in your honor, Hera Autorôtê, “unbulled, virgin”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

A libation in your honor, Hera Teleia, “adult woman”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

A libation in your honor, Hera Antheia, “of the flowers”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

A libation in your honor, Hera Nympheuomenê, “betrothed bride”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

A libation in your honor, Hera Hyperkheiria, “whose hand is above”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Ben:

And finally, a libation in your honor, Hera Gamelia, “of marriage”

Everyone:

Hera, we honor you”

Katherine:

“You are ensconced in darksome hollows, and airy is your form,

O Hera, queen of all and blessed consort of Zeus.

You send soft breezes to mortals, such as nourish the soul, and,

mother of rains, you nurture the winds and give birth to all.

Without you there is neither life nor growth; and, mixed as you are in the air we venerate,

you partake of all, and of all you are queen and mistress.

You toss and turn with the rushing wind.

May you, O blessed goddess and many-named queen of all,

come with kindness and joy on your lovely face.”

(Orphic hymn, translation by A. Athanassakis)

[Any personal devotions, requests, stories, poetry or songs are made/read at this time.]

Officiant #3:

And finally, a libation in honor of Hestia, who always comes first and last. Praise Hestia!”

Everyone:

Hestia, we honor you. You are always first and last!”

Nicole:

“Hail Hera, glorious goddess, mother of the Immortals. We shall assemble in your honor again.”