This page consists of religious and spiritual poetry in the form of praises and prayers written by members of the clergy or temple. All are released to the public domain under the following conditions: Credit must remain in the author's name and the originality of the text cannot be compromised.
Odes by Priest Christopher
AphroditeO' wondrous Aphrodite, a heavenly Goddess, how so many Ages have loved and feared you, but those who do not think you always good, know not your grace, or the splendidness you give to humanity. All that comes from you is blissful, for you are a giver of life, and the physical and mental salvation of mortals; for sexual pleasure is our health, but repressed it becomes our destruction and misery. When shall people see that it is not sex which should be resisted, but the defilement of it? The wholeness of your Divinity I worship and adore, for therein are all good things. Always at your temples and shrines will I release sweet perfumes, place flowers, incense and wine upon your altars, and sing your hymns for the Majesty of the daughter of the sea.
AthenaO' blessed Aegis-Bearing daughter of the King of all Gods, you are the bedrock of civilization and the justice of cities, who gives me strength and armor to be an Akropolis against my enemies, whose shield can never be breached or spear broken; victory is always yours, She crowns you at every battle, for in annihilation do you leave all who challenge you and wish evil against the universe. Yours is the wisdom of all Ages, the intellect of the cosmos, a Goddess who sets us free. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet frankincense, pour olive oil and wine upon your altars, and recite prayers and hymns of your glory over giants and monsters.
Trident-Bearing God, Lord of the oceans, a world all their own, holy Earth-Shaker, you are the Savior of ships and the blessing of beautiful voyages; you are the freshness in a sea breeze, the wind in our sails, and the cool rush beneath my feet as they sink into Gaia whom you hold so tightly dear. You are my peace, my intrigue, my wonder. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet myrrh, lay sea salt and fish upon your altars, and sing of the timeless tides.
ApollonI look to the glorious East, and behold Apollon's light that comes forth each day; O' son of Zeus and Leto, you are a heavenly Archer who brings life to Earth and brightens my face in every waking hour. All Gods rise in respect as you pass by, gracing Olympos and enlightening mortals. Noble red-robed God of the silver bow, in your hands you hold the central celestial, and thus you are the light of the world. O' Far-Shooter, always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet frankincense, place laurel and hyacinth upon your altars, and never be unmindful of your encompassing eyes.
Blessed Arrow-Showering Goddess of the hunt, I know even from my youth. Whether it was the green-covered forest of the spring and summer, the leaf-cloaked ground of autumn, or the frosted plains of the winter hillsides, always can I remember a love in my heart for the natural and untamed places over which She, Artemis, reigns in domain. Even from the lunar heavens, the daughter of Zeus and Leto illuminates Earth, filling our night with sight, mystery and a silent serenity. The mountains shiver as She fires Her golden bow, and the ground quakes; not even the sea can remain still, nor can Her game escape. Immortal Archer, always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet cedar and frankincense, lay wild berries and flowers upon your altars, and delight in the songs of Delos.
HermesCaduceus-Holding God of Cyllene and Arkadia, you are heaven's Messenger, Herald of the Highest God, flying about the world day by day, winged feet as fast as the wind, on holy and sacred missions for Olympos. You are so wonderful and pleasant of a God, who brings good fortune and wealth wherever you go, who uplifts my spirit to the flight of human potential; Master of the roads before me, who makes my feet steadfast and my heart faithful for life's travels. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet strawberry incense, lay crocus upon your altars, and recite your hymns of old.
AresGolden-Helmeted champion of Themis, who with a mighty heart and strong hand stands as a shield of Olympos, home of the Gods; wondrous and ancient God of war, upon your Aeropagus do mortal nobles and courts sit. O' Bringer of the sword, yours is Divine wrath that charges forth on chariots of gold and obliterates the foe, to save the just and direct the course of nations and states. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn the dragon's blood, gift thy fair portion of loot upon your altars, and praise your name in glory.
ZeusO' mighty King of all Gods and men, God of the thunderbolt, the immortal lance of heaven, before whom all tremble, for nothing can withstand; even the ground of Gaia does it make sacred, a place where no mortal can then tread, but only venerate in holiness. Loud and rumbling Lord who glows the dimmed skies, gathers the clouds, and quenches the thirst of Mother Earth. He is the Supreme Ruler whom none can disobey, conqueror of the Titans of old, and keeper of the keys to their prison far below in Tartaros, where enemies of the Gods are locked away from the universe. Eternal Father of all, even to those who are not His children, for His is the Kingship of the cosmos, who brings justice to injustice, order to chaos, and liberation to the chained and enslaved; a God so kind even to the strangers and suppliants, noble upon the highest peak. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet storax incense, place precious oak, pine and almonds upon your altars, and delight in the songs of Crete.
HeraO' Hera, beautiful and glorious White-Armed Queen of heaven, Mother of the galaxy, highest of all Goddesses and wife of the King; the women of Earth are Her beloved, and the peacock, yet male, in its astounding beauty does She delight. The human soul She wraps in nourishment, into the very bodies of men and women She puts breath and Her Spirit into all things that live and thrive. She is Mother to us all, Feminine Divine, universal power. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet lotus incense, pour pomegranate over your altars, and sing the songs of Argos.
Praise to the Lord of fire, magnificent Creator, Engineer of the universe. As He slams His Divine hammer upon the anvil of the cosmos, the most beautiful creations are birthed and crafted into existence; among them the armor for Gods and men, and even of stars and moons is He a part. To our love and marvel we hold dear to our hearts the sacredness and grandeur of His Godhood, and much do we hope His presence in our own labors day by day, that we build the best of human achievement. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet frankincense, place the Fennel upon your altars, and delight in the music of Lemnos.
DionysosO' blessed Ivy-Wrapped son of Zeus, child of woman, Twice-Born, triumphant over death, He is the God of life whose own blood flows from the vines of Earth and fills the cups of mankind with ecstasy, freeing us from all the hinders the enjoyment of our humanity. Into mortals He shines the spirit of happiness, and into all of nature He puts life; beautifully vibrant and rejoicing at the sight of the Blooming God's thyrsus. Youngest of Olympos who roars among the maenads and haunts the forests, whose throne is on the highest mountain, and among the mortals below who reach ascension through His rites of secret. Always in your temples and at your shrines will I burn sweet lavender incense, pour the grapes and wines over your altars, and revel in your mysteries.