With your light you bring reason to the world
With your hands you heal the sick
With a strong arm you let loose your arrows
Wolf Lord
Heavenly God

I pray you might hear me
I pray you may listen to my words
O blessed Olympian
Son of Heaven
Son of Nurturance

I pray that you see that which ails us
In body or mind as it may be
And reach forth your divine hand
With grace and kindness
To heal us from this sickness

I pray that you hear what tortures us
Deep in our souls and minds
That touch of discord and hate
Which has become like a plague upon us
And strike it down

I pray to you, Apollo of the radiant countenance
To hear us, children of the earth
And take pity on us for our foolishness
That we may rise above this pettiness
And see reason as our last true hope

I pray, humble before your divine greatness
Lit by your divine radiance
Soothed by your divine touch
And ask that you share the same with my fellow man
I pray, Apollo, I pray

Art: Célestin Nanteuil (1813-1873) #pagan #paganism #hellenismos #religion #prayer