A Hymn For The Gods

Last Friday, my wife and I were ran out of our home due to a busted pipe causing water to leak into our apartment and as a result our ceiling collapsed in sections of the living room. The day before this happened, I wrote this poem about the things I am grateful for which the gods have given me. Even after this misfortune, I reflected on the poem and still find all of it to be true.

 Nature is divine, which also means nature is terror. On a certain level, I think the two are definitely inseparable. I think it would be easy for me to just toss all of the beliefs I have cultivated over the past two years (beliefs I derived from my own self directed studies and experiences) and just say "well frell it all to hell, what does it matter any way?" But I accepted a year into my studies that nature is a metaphysical and very physical powerhouse, now it was just time to put that acceptance into action.

Life is Chaos, Nature is Power, and we all are caught up in the whirlwind at some point. Its not a matter of if, but when.

(All of these references in the poem are based on my unverified personal gnosis and are not intended to claim that  these deities appear in these ways are for all people)

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I am a daughter of Nyx given life by Apollo’s flame

a body from love herself, Aphrodite

a fallen petal from her rose

my spirit is the horn of Artemis’ slain prey

my heart, a sentinel on Hecate’s way

Eris knows my turbulence is a fear of everything remaining stuck,

She saw Artemis choose me as a child,

but my tutoring begins in her classroom right

before a cavern into Hade’s subdued earth

Gaea gave me the sight to see how her two lovers,

Day sky and Night veil,

are the architects of her kingdom

and Zeus gave me the hunger pains for life,

one that is best served on a platter next to Lust and Triumph

Hera gave me a seat where everything can for a moment remain still

and at peace next to my wife, my beloved,

who is a gift from the serendipity that heaven

tosses about like salt to bless a house

Persephone granted me wisdom to know

that hell is just an ugly word for change

And all the spirits of my home are revealing to me

the roads that lead to their own hidden abodes

Hail the Theoi! Hail the Spirits of the Land!

and I say to my wandering self,

if she hears this, may she return home.