These are some of the other prayers used within Filianism.
Our Lady is exalted among the daughters of Heaven. Shining Daughter, Star of the Sea, Robed in celestial light. She abases the cruel and proud, And hearkens to the plea of the lowly. The rich who deny her godhead find not contentment, But blessed is the humblest of Her servants. She delivers the captive into Her care, And takes the hand of the fallen.
May the whole world praise Thee, Beloved Kyria, May Thy glory be told of in all the earth. Let them exalt Thy dominion And Thy valiant courage And glorify Thy holy Name.
Have mercy on Thy servant who gives Thee blessing And take Thy servant's hand in need and suffering. In illness and distress give Thy servant the gift of life May Thy servant go forever in joy and delight To magnify Thy holy Name Before all the peoples of the world
Madria Dea, Mother of all beings, fill my heart completely. Grant me, Your child, love and truth, joy and abundance, wisdom and devotion. I offer You my loving care, all of my happiness and all of my suffering, for all who are born of You, and all Your children of Ekklesia.
Most tender Madria Dea, Great Mother, my loving Mother, You are Mother of all beings, Magna Mater, the Mistress of All.
Salve, Magna Mater.
Personal prayer of Madria Olga
Madria Dea, we are Your true children now and Eternally; May our hearts turn from all transient things, that we be rid of kear and guided by Our Earthly Mother, return to Perfect Union with You.
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.
Daughter of Light: Does not Thy Spirit breathe in all created things? Is not all darkness scattered by Thy fire? And but for Thee would not all 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 hunger brings the limbs to weakness, Trembles my soul for confluence with Thee. Have pity on my soul and end her trembling, Fill her with the good nourishment of Thy love; For there is no thing other that will cool her fever And there is no way other she shall find content.
O, let my soul be chastened by her suffering; O, let her care no longer for her pride; O, let her cry to Thee in childlike trustfulness; Let her be humbled in Thy gentle light.
Of mine own self can I accomplish nothing; Only so far as Thou art acting through me. How dull my soul is; like the ashes of a fire: But piercèd through with Thine eternal rays, Is she not radiant as the noon-day sun?
There is no thing fairer on the earth than Thee, Nor any thing upon the Heaven fairer.
Silver Light of the darkling forests, send us forth in the protection of Your Spirit that no profane thing may enter into us.
Grant us to see all things with delight that are lovely and to glory and increase in force and energy.
Fill us with wonder in the sight of the seas and of the heavens and of every place wherein You are.
Commander of the roaring wave, help us to turn from all that is low or inglorious neither with anger nor with pain, but to know that in You we stand above all such things.
Guiding Light of the faithful soul, fill the deepest caverns of our spirit with the exhilaration of Your love. Send us forth upon the world as torchbearers of Your delight and grant us strength in You and in ourselves that we may value all things rightly, regardless of the consuming weight of the profane and the frailty of all that is beautiful.