Hymn to Hera-Juno, Queen of Heaven

Hymn to Hera–Juno, Holy Mother and Queen of Heaven

Epic Invocation

Hera—Juno—High Crown of the circling skies,  
Ivory‑throned in unwithering light,  
Golden‑veiled Sovereign whose steady gaze  
Reads truth from trembling lips,  
And weighs the secret chambers of the heart.  

O Keeper of Vows no tempest may shatter,  
O Witness of Oaths no mortal may feign,  
You stand where love is tested, proved, refined—  
No union slighted, no bond made vain.  

Queen who walks the wheeling constellations,  
Whose footfall stirs the star‑strewn dome,  
Guardian of hearth‑fire, threshold, and tender door,  
You are the breath within the household’s soul,  
The quiet law beneath its peace.  

Pomegranate‑Mother, ruby‑seeded,  
Fruit of promise, womb of fate,  
You seal the vow with breath and blood,  
With the ancient pulse of life and death entwined.  

At the limen where worlds converse—  
At first cry and final sigh—  
You stand robed in dawn and dusk,  
Crowning the brow, blessing the feet,  
Where destiny and choosing braid their threads.  

With saffron cord and patient, queenly hand,  
You bind what mortal minds can scarcely name:  
Two spirits twined, two lives made whole,  
Strength drawn from strength,  
A single flame from dual fire.  

Bless the mingled cup—  
Water and wine in one bright seam—  
As lives commingle, breath with breath,  
And prayers rise like fragrant smoke  
To the rafters of your unseen hall.  

When thunder rends the heavens wide,  
Be the stillness at the storm’s deep heart;  
When tempests test what lovers swore,  
Be the vow that does not fray,  
The steadfastness that does not flee.  

Shield our oikos, pure and clear,  
From slow neglect and creeping shadow;  
Teach us the constancy that blooms in quiet hours,  
The faith that grows like ivy on old stone,  
Clinging, living, evergreen.  

Hera, Juno—Mother enthroned,  
By none surpassed, by none denied—  
Walk beside us in your majesty,  
Fierce in protection, gentle in grace,  
Guardian of home, of hearth, of child,  
Of every love that dares endure.  

Holy Mother, hear our solemn plea:  
Make our union worthy of your sight;  
Let our days be shaped by your blessing,  
And our nights kept in your peace.  

So may it be beneath your crown,  
O Queen of Heaven,  
Ever‑watchful, ever‑true.  


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