Poem – Hecate – Stands at the Gate

Hecate is busy as she stands by the gate.
None may enter if they are holding hate.
She is the goddess that protects the magical realms.
She is at home with the Hawthorn and the Elms.

She holds the amber, carnelian, and malachite.
She is the keeper of morning, noon, and night.
This triple goddess knows the secretes to life, death, and rebirth.
She is the keeper to all magic on this earth.

With indigo eyes she is the embodiment of prophetic sight.
She is the Moon that is full and the two crescents that excite.
Mankind forgets that once she held all the Titan secret codes
Her love for humanity makes her the keeper of crossroads.

She calls to us now as her name means both magic and medicine.
She is the virgin, the mother, and the crone of the feminine.
Dogs follow her as she is loyal and kind.
Snakes ride upon her and heal the passage of time.

Her keys open the gates to heaven or hell.
She is the healer that makes the sick well.
If you hear her call you are close to her gate.
And if you are brave, you will allow her to tell you your fate.
~Suzanne Wagner~