This is from my old blog, the Geekie Hellenist. Enjoy.
These are the three prayers to Gaia. I got them from the book ‘In Praise of Olympus: Prayers to the Greek Gods’ by Hearthstone.
1st Prayer to Gaia
Gaia, elder god, first among the worthy ones, first out of the void, who brought all things into being, kind-hearted goddess, loving mother of many; broad-bosomed Gaia, home to all who breathe your sweet air, benevolent one, we look, go to you for comfort, for solace in sorrow, for counsel in chaos, we seek your wisdom, we seek your foreknowledge, for you have ever been and ever will be, so long as we have walked upon your sod and stone, so long as we have shared in your bounty, so long as we have lived, have we known you, and have we relied upon your goodness and compassion.
Gaia, gracious one, upholder of order, we have drunk of your clear, clean water, goddess; we have eaten of your fruit, we have taken of your riches.
Gaia, from whom all life arose, we thank you for your gifts; we thank you for your blessings.
2nd Prayer to Gaia
Beautiful Gaia, mother of might, mother of all things, mother of gods and giants, mother of creation and of destruction.
From formless Chaos you arose, deep-hearted one; in the time before time you took your ease, O Gaia.
You brought forth the shining sky to be your love, to father your wondrous children.
Gaia, mother of Titans, mother of those called monster, all are yours, all are loved, all are precious to you.
I praise you, goddess, for all you are, for all you have given, for the love you bear for all who call you mother.
3rd Prayer to Gaia
I praise Mother Gaia, who brought to life all who live upon the earth, creator of gods, of mortal men and beasts.
Gaia, all your children are dear to you, all will you defend from abuse and oppression.
Gaia, you are mighty, you are kind, you provide for us what we most need–the food that sustains us, the air that we breathe–and yet you are firm, you show us the simple truth of our existence, the slightness of our lives: the grass grown tall between the cracks in the road, the moss that clings to brick and stone, the vine that climbs the walls of men until they crumble, all these are yours.
Gaia, most ancient and most revered goddess, you are our source of life and reason for right living.
In all ways I honor you, for all gifts I thank you.