Goddess of death,
you who are the end inherent in the beginning,
scythe to the ripe grain,
the falls of berries,
and the coming of the night.

You are called the Implacable One,
but we know you
as the most gracious Goddess.

Healer,
end of sorrow,
relief of pain,
Receive our sister (brother)___,

May she/he become a star
in your night sky cauldron
and be brewed back to life.

God of grain. God of seed,
You who know the dark places underground,
the way down and the way up,
the fall and the rising,
guide our sister (brother)___,

Show her/him the long road
thorough the maze
to the place of rebirth,
to the place of return.
 
 
 

*from: "The Pagan Book of Living and Dying" by Starhawk