I call to the Cucullati, spirits wise and true,
In cloaks of shadowed darkness, veiled from mortal view,
Ever mindful of our struggles, watching o’er our plight,
Guardians of our lives and dreams, through day and deepest night.

Spirits three, who roam the land, with the mothers’ grace,
From our first breath to final rest, you keep a watchful place.
You grant us wisdom’s guiding light, kinship’s warm embrace,
Comfort in our sorrow’s depth, and cheer to life’s wide space.

Rest for weary wanderers, solace for the sad,
Food for those who hunger long, guidance for the lost and mad.
From fen to meadow’s open fields, where mortals find their home,
There your mercy’s ever near, in your grace we ever roam.

I praise and honor you, O spirits, in all places known,
For your gifts of life and love, in the seeds of kindness sown.

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