Day 1 – For Apollo
It is to You Whom I turn when the night is darkest.
It is to You, Whom I cry when I am beset and surrounded,
by enemies as thick in number as an unkindness of ravens.
When I call, Oh my Lord, Your arrows gleam so viciously bright in the shadows.
I know I have nothing to fear.
You, Far-Shooter stalk those Who would harm the Gods’ servants,
Your arrows rattling in their quiver, their rhythm making the Moon smile.
You protect what is Your own. You keep pure Your sanctuaries.
You dance across the field of battle before the opponent
even realizes their last dawn has come, splendid in Your wardance.
You, Mighty One, avert all evil, all miasma, all pollution, all harm.
The glorious swan cries a paean to herald Your coming.
Great shooter from afar, Your arrows always find Their mark.
You restore, Lord of the ash, Lord of the bow, Lord of restoration.
May You always be praised. May I always praise You,
and know my place before You in service.
(image by L. Perkins; prayer by G. Krasskova)
Posted on March 27, 2019, in Bacchic Things, hellenic things, prayers, Roman Things, Uncategorized and tagged Apollo, Apollon, Bacchic Things, Hellenic Things, Roman things. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Apollo isn’t a god I really know but I’ve always thought he sounds pretty amazing. This is a powerful and beautiful prayer.
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Hail Apollo!
Such a beautiful prayer Galina for this beautiful and mighty God. I love Him so, so much.
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Hello Galina, I relate a song by Seal “Kiss from a Rose” with Apollo, specially the acoustic version, I send you here the verses that remind me of Him:
“There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me (…)
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become larger and the light that you shine can be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels,
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, to me, you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become larger and the light that you shine can be seen?”
Calling a God “baby” may sound a little hubristic, but He doesn´t seem to get mad about it.
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Now there’s a prayer that fires up the blood! Thank you!
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Wonderful prayer! It gave me chills all over while reading it.
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