Inanna's Prayer

You for whom the house of love
Has become the house of death –
I Who am the Goddess
    Of love and death
    Open My arms to embrace you.
You are My heras, My heroes,
    My saints, My holy martyrs.
And whether you come to me joyfully,
    Or recklessly, or accidentally,
I welcome you.

Come, enter My house, renew yourself.
Eat from My table,
Sleep in My bed,
Taste unimagined pleasures.

Do you think you paid too high a price
    For pleasure?
I reward those who do not bargain
Who willingly or unwillingly
    Give their all.

The worst is over.
Death is not so terrible,
It’s the getting there that hurts.
Now rest
Now take comfort, now take joy
In the exquisite love
    That you have earned.

Source: The Pagan Book of Living and Dying by Starhawk and M. Macha NightMare