Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 19 -For the Pre-Iron Age Ancestors

If you want to submit a request for a prayer, poem, or song to be written to you privately or to be posted on this blog or my Patreon for a God, Ancestor, or spirit, sign up for the Ansuz and above level here on my Patreon. This prayer was requested from Elfwort for the Pre-Iron Age Ancestors.

Standing stones marked by the work of your hands

Pieces of pottery, pieces of your lives

Bones and furs and metal

If I listen I can hear you

The drum pounding from centuries on centuries

The clack of wood on wood

The strain of sinew

I can see you

The dance around fires and trees and poles

The feasting around tables and benches

The kneeling, prostrating, genuflection before the holy places

I can smell you

The wood smoke of cooking and heating

The fresh rains on well-tilled earth

The sacred herbs burning

I can feel you

The embrace of countless hands

The support on my back, my soles, my shoulders, my head

The presence as we stand together

I can taste you

The plentiful foods that you have passed down

The bread, vegetables, and flesh prepared in your way

The drinks I have tasted, made by your guidance

I can sense you

The guidance you give me

The fierce love and protection your surround me in

The thousands of Beings who know me

Animals, plants, you knew them well

Stones and bones with which to craft, to fight

Waters and ways you knew by heart and head

You reach to me and you are here

Old Ancestors

I hail You!

I Seek

I seek inside myself

a place that was

carved from earth

scraped from stone

 

I seek behind myself

those that knew

life from death

power from tribe

 

I seek before myself

a place that is

sought from earth

sanctified from sacrifice

 

I seek beyond myself

a tribe that knows

strength from striving

bonds from trust

For Polydeukion on His Festival Day During the Festival of the Trophimoi and Treiskouroi

Again, I want to thank P. Sufenas Virius Lupus for asking me to write this.  This prayer is for Polydeukion, and it was first said before His bust in the Kelsey Museum in Ann Arbor, Michigan at the start of the Festival of the Trophimoi and Treiskouroi at PSVL’s request.

Khairete Polydeukion!
Hero of Herodes, Herodes’ Son,
Youthful One, Watcher of the Baths,
Overseer of Games
Whose eyes shine in blessings,
Whose body is strength and vigor
Whose hands and speech do honor unto the Gods’
Oh Roman Knight!
Most Pious!
Exalted Student!
Let us never forget the Wisdom of Youth.
Let us remember the brightness of intellect is kindled and tended well in the soul, the heart, and the mind of every youth.
Io Polydeukion!

For Antinous on His Festival Day During the Festival of the Trophimoi and Treiskouroi

I want to thank P. Sufenas Virius Lupus for asking me to write this and the prayer that is forthcoming for Polydeukion.  While I do not actively worship either of these Holy Powers as of yet, it has given me a new window into how we can cross between our religious communities, come to understand one another’s Gods, Heroes, Ancestors, and spirits, and give good honor to Them and one another.  This, this is an aspect of interfaith/intrafaith work that any polytheist can come to.  Thank you Sannion, for helping to inspire this exchange!  I invite any of my readers who wish to do this as well, especially if you wish to share devotional cycles with one another, even if we are coming at this from completely different pantheons, to step through the door and share your devotion with me and I with you.  If you do, please, let me know taboos, offerings, and so on that is important to living in good Gebo with your God(s), Heroes, Ancestors, and/or spirits so I do not give offense in offering.

 

Khairete Antinous!
Most-loved of Hadrian,
Whose lips sealed love in an Emperor,
Whose arms took up his care,
Whose feet walked in holiness,
Whose life is exulted in stone and verse,
Whose body sank into Sacred Waters,
Whose soul was lifted in holiness
O Antinous, hear my prayer,
Who is and lives in the House of Osiris
Whose body is clad in green and life
Whose eyes see the Dead,
Whose lips speak love and comfort to the Dead,
Whose arms soothe the Dead,
Whose feet are planted deep in the womb of the World,
May the Dead who loved, who lost, who suffered
May the Dead who were denied their love and joy and lust,
May all find comfort before You in Your Home,
O holy Antinous!
Io Antinous!

Odin Project: Day 14

Remember the fallen, | one’s own kin

In action and word they live;

Lessons learned | from lives well-lived

Carry on to child and friends

 

Remember the fallen, | the friend well-loved

Lives in memory of word and deed;

Memory woven | is like a blanket

Wrapped close in cold times

 

Remember the fallen | the names forgotten

Deeds and memories lost in time;

Better a stone | raised to nameless dead

Than their passage never marked

The Old Ones

Old ones laying in the lichyard

Under mound and tree and stone

I hear Your sacred Voices

I hear the call in Home

 

The bones sunk deep in earth

The ashes scattered wide

I seek Your sacred places

Where Your spirits still abide

 

Disir and Vater, ancient Trees

Whose roots reach so far down

I am here and listening

Where You all are found