The Charges of the Goddess and God

The closest thing Wicca has to a liturgy is the Charge of the Goddess and the Incovation of Herne. Like most liturgies, its origin is obscure and has many variations. This is my variation. I have based them on the versions that Doreen Valiente and Starhawk used:

"Hear the words of the Queen of the Wise, the First Witch, who of old was known as Diana, Isis, Hecate, Ishtar, Asherah, and by a million other names... including your own:

Whenever you have need of anything, once in the month, and better it be when the moon is full, you shall assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of Me who is Queen of all the Wise.

You shall be free from slavery, and as a sign that you be free you shall be naked in your rites.

Sing, feast, dance, make music and love, all in My presence, for Mine is the ecstasy of the spirit, and Mine also is joy on earth.

For My law is love unto all beings.

Mine is the secret that opens the door of youth, and Mine is the cup of wine of life that is the Cauldron of Ceridwen that is the holy grail of immortality.

I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal and beyond death I give peace and freedom and reunion with those that have gone before.

Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the mother of all things, and My love is poured upon the earth."

Hear the words of the Great Star Goddess, the dust whose feet are the host of heaven, whose body encircles the universe:

"I who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters, I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me.

For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe.

From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return.

Let My worship be in the heart that rejoices, for behold -- all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals.

Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you.

And you who seek to know Me, know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without.

For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of desire."

Hear the words of Herne, hunter and hunted:
I am a stag of seven tines, running.
I am a flood on a plain, flowing.
I am a wind on the deep waters, whispering.
I am a shining tear of the sun, glistening.
I am a hawk on a cliff, watching.
I am fair amongst flowers, blooming.
I set the head afire with smoke, blazing.
I am a spear that roars for blood, flying.
I am a salmon in a pool, swimming.
I am a hill of poetry, singing.
I am a ruthless boar, roving.
I am a tide of the sea, delivering to death and returning.

Who but I knows the riddle of the unhewn dolmen?