Guardian of the wildwood,
You who watch over the creatures of the forest
and those humans who call the woods home,
I greet You each time my foot touches
the soft loam of the forest floor.
Hail to You, Cernunnos!
Antlered lord, You who are guardian
of the shadowed shelter of rabbit and raccoon,
fox and ferret,
badger and bear,
sow and squirrel.
I thank You for your watchful eyes,
I thank You for your fleet-footed step,
I thank You for your wisdom.
As the stag and the doe and the fawn
make their way under boughs of oak and alder and ash,
pine and fir, maple and willow,
You protect Your bourne with the
dedication of a father with his child.
You permit me entry to your domain,
And in gratitude I pour out libations to You
–wine and mead—
And leave offerings for You and Your kin.
Oats and honeycomb and dried fruit I set out,
Raw sugar and bread, apples and honeycomb,
And the prayer of these words,
Composed in thanks,
Written in thanks,
Sung in thanks.
I pray You hear me, o Cernunnos,
With an understanding and acceptance,
And ask You that I may be welcome in Your realm
–the home of my soul—
For so long as I draw breath.