Hearth Of The World

Hearth Of The World

Holy Mother, Hearth of the world,

quiet flame at the center of all things,

you who keep the home warm,

the table blessed,

and the heart made steadfast,

receive this song.

You are the lamp in the dusk,

the steady light that does not wander,

the sacred fire that gathers scattered lives

and turns them into one dwelling.

In your presence, fear softens;

in your care, the restless find rest.

First-born of the sacred house,

keeper of the hidden measure,

you teach us that holiness is not only thunder and wonder,

but patience, purity, and faithful tending.

You sanctify the ordinary:

bread, water, ash, and ember;

hands at work, voices in prayer,

silence beside the flame.

Holy Mother,

you are the warmth that shelters,

the center that holds,

the peace that remains when all else changes.

Teach us to keep clean hearts,

open doors,

gentle words,

and steadfast devotion.

Teach us to be faithful keepers

of what has been entrusted to us.

Let our homes become altars.

Let our meals become offerings.

Let our labor become reverence.

Let our lives burn bright,

not in ruin, but in blessing.

As your fire endures,

so may our love endure;

as your flame is pure,

so may our hearts be pure.

Holy Mother,

remain with us.

Be the center of our days,

the quiet joy of our nights,

the blessing in our beginning,

and the peace in our ending.

To you we give honor,

to you we return thanks,

to you we entrust the flame.

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