A few prayers I wrote last weekend

Oct 8

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These are more formal prayers written while listening to a lecture in Plotinus, Augustine, and Platonic Beauty.

For my Castrati

May the beauty of your voices
Lift me up to my Gods.
May it strip away all pollution
And may all the fractured pieces of me
Resolve in the harmony of the sound
You, my beloved spirits, sing,
A song irrespective of time and memory.
May they resolve in the glory of Being
Summoned by your god-born voices.
May I be held to the lips
And in the mouth of my Gods,
Gnawed upon and rendered
The beauty of bone
And a soul stripped bare
Transformed by the fullness of sound
And glory.

 

Prayer I

Teach me oh my Gods
To know my place before You.
Let not my human hubris and need,
My venal sufferings and hungers
Turn me from You.
Lift me up and purify my soul.
Let nothing else remain.
Let my life bea prayer,
An invocation and hymn of praise
To You, oh Glorious Ones,
Without Whom nothing would be.
Fill my senses with Your beauty.
Lift me up, I pray.
Keep my feet on the road of piety,
Oh most merciful Ones.
Corral my irreverent heart
And drown me in you
Until I am made of nothing else.

 

Prayer II

You are beautiful, oh my Gods
And it nourishes my soul.
May I know my place before You I pray.
Illluminate my mind
That I might know the rightness
Of honoring You.
Render my heart,
That only adoration of You remain.
Like an arrow, barbed and sharp,
Pierce me, open me to Your bite.
Infect my blood, make feverish my brain
And little by little drawn me to You.

 

Prayer III

I wander paths very far from my Gods.
I subsist on pollution
And move amongst the blind,
Yet always You are there.
I seek You with each step.
I serve You on each meandering road.
Hunger and longing tie me to You,
And You are the fulfillment of every desire.
I flee You to find You.
I serve You in dark places,
Illumined by Your fiery light.
You have set my feet on this path
And I shall find You at its end.
There is nowhere I can go
Where You are not.
Open me, Oh my Gods.
Let me never forget –
I am hunting my way to you,
But You have found me and claimed me
Long ago.

 

by G. Krasskova

About ganglerisgrove

Galina Krasskova has been a Heathen priest since 1995. She holds a Masters in Religious Studies (2009), a Masters in Medieval Studies (2019), has done extensive graduate work in Classics including teaching Latin, Roman History, and Greek and Roman Literature for the better part of a decade, and is currently pursuing a PhD in Theology. She is the managing editor of Walking the Worlds journal and has written over thirty books on Heathenry and Polytheism including "A Modern Guide to Heathenry" and "He is Frenzy: Collected Writings about Odin." In addition to her religious work, she is an accomplished artist who has shown all over the world and she currently runs a prayer card project available at wyrdcuriosities.etsy.com.

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  1. Vanesa | October 9, 2018 at 6:51 AM

    Hello, these are so powerfull!! You have the gift of expressing into words those deep feelings of our devotional relationships… the love, the longing, the seeking, the pain, oh that pain so intense, so exquisite, so transforming… Thank you for sharing. Kind regards, V.

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  2. Vanesa | October 9, 2018 at 3:02 PM

    I feel honored. I´m not good at expressing myself, not even in my mother language… So many times I feel at loss for not being able to “say” what I feel… and it´s so heartbreaking that this happens to me with my most beloved God – my Patron – so many times I fall into an unspeakable, unatterable state, really, truly beyond words. I wish I was better, not for my own sake, I wish I was better for Him, in front of Him. And as I am writing about these deep feelings about my most intimate relationship the world revolves around me, mindlessly, stupidly, blindly… people speak nosense and laugh and sneeze loudly around me… I let go a silent tear in my cubicle in the office and no one notices it. This world just hurts and hurts, like a million thorns without roses.
    May the Gods be with you Galina.

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  3. Petros | October 9, 2018 at 3:11 PM

    Wow. All I ever did was make stupid doodle drawings in my notebook during lectures.

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  4. alexeigynaix | October 10, 2018 at 5:46 PM

    The castrati one doesn’t really speak to me, but the others? Resonant..

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  5. Loki | October 13, 2018 at 2:26 PM

    That last one…

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