Noontide is in honor of the Celestial Mother, Whose Time of Day is Noon.
Oftentimes, we are not at home during Noontide. In such a case, a simple Hail, Mari will do or even raising our hearts and thoughts to our Celestial Mother and telling Her that we love Her.
The full rite, for those who desire, offers options for the main prayer, or, you may simply pray in your own words.
If at home, light candles and incense and veil, if desired.
Trace the Fora and say: In the Name of the Mother, and of the Daughter, and of the Great Mother. Blessed is She. Tracing the Fora
Blessed is Our Mother God, the Holy One.
She Who is Mari, (Mari Sophia),
She Who is Janah, (Janah Sophia),
She Who is Mysteria,
Blessed is She.
- Hail, Mari
Hail, Mari (Sophia), Font of Grace, Glory be to Thee. Blessed art Thou, O, High Queen of Heaven and Blessed art Thou, O, Fiery Rose of Love.
My Lady’s Voice
O, Where shall I hear my Lady’s voice?
Where shall I feel my Lady’s touch?
Where smell the fragrant Holy Rose and
be warmed by the Holy Fire?
O, where shall I see Her, where can I find Her,
O, where can my Lady be?
Be calm, gentle soul, for you never are lost,
For you dwell all the while with Her.
Tis your mind that has strayed and the thoughts
Of your mind that obscure Her now from you.
Then, cleanse your mind of the darkness thoughts,
And be turned again, to Her
And go inside you, seek within you, for tis there
That your Lady abides.
For though She is beyond you, She is also within you,
And your being is wholly in Her.
And within shall you feel Her and see Her and hear Her,
And within know Her nectar and fragrance divine.
And within is the warmth of She Who is Love and the
Warmth of Her Love is the Warmth that surrounds
You, for in you is where the Flame of My love burns bright. From the Secret Madrian Order.
Canticle of the Supernal Sun
There is no thing fairer on the Earth than She,
Nor any thing upon the Heaven, fairer.
Before Her splendour, does the noon-day Sun burn as the dying embers of a fire.
Madria Dea, does not Thy Spirit breathe in all created things?
Is not all darkness scattered by Thy Fire?
And but for Thee, would not all the cosmos decompose? Would not the black abyss of chaos swallow all?
And as Thine universal music reins the furthest spheres, so does it tune the beating of my heart. For as the running doe longs for the cooling streams, so is my soul athirst for Thy dear Grace; and as long as hunger brings the limbs to weakness, trembles my souls for confluence with Thee.
Have pity on my soul and end its trembling. Fill it with the good nourishment of Thy love. For there is no thing other than will cool its fever and there is no way other it shall find content.
O, let my soul be chastened by its suffering. O, let it care no longer for its pride; O, let it cry to Thee in childlike trustfulness; let it be humbled in Thy Brilliant Light.
Of mine own self, I can accomplish nothing;
only so far as Thou art acting through me.
How dull my soul is, like the ashes of a fire;
but, pierced through with Thine eternal rays,
is it not radiant as the noon-day sun?
There is no thing fairer on the Earth than Thee,
nor any thing upon the Heaven fairer. From the Madrian.
Optional: Hymn, Scripture reading. Janite Psalms. Meditation.
Eternal is the Light of the Mother.
Eternal is the Love of the Daughter.
Eternal is the Life of the Great Mother.
Glorious is Eternity of Dea.
Let us bless the High Queen of Heaven.
Blessed is She.
Let us thank the Seven Janati of Power.
Thanks be to the Seven Janati.
Trace the Fora and say: In the Name of the Mother, and of the Daughter, and of the Great Mother.
Blessed is She.