Prayer of Goddess Anya, Goddess of Love in the Celtic Pantheon:
Breathing in your divine love, Anya. You who pours over my body and washes me with warm, sensuous kisses. I am quiet, so I can accept this gift.
Here I can see your Light: Golden grace shining upon me. I open my eyes everything is now, this moment, this passion; this feeling of being human and being in this place between sleep and awake; this lavish, bountiful, munificent consciousness.
In a balance of human and light, am I, standing in admiration. I balance tenuously, like a spider in her web, like a dancer on her toes, like a wave that catches the sunlight, in just this one infinitesimal moment of now; that space which is both infinite and yet does not exist.
You are Love on Earth: the sky who cherishes me with her angelic clouds, the trees that hold me in their arms above and below, the mountain’s, reach, the glide of the hawk, the dance of the hummingbird, the starlight that nourishes each one and everyone on this earth, and the tender, knowing eyes of the one I love.
It is Anya, the Elven goddess who is teaching me Love. I honor her, I let her be me and teach me to work this magic.
Blessings.