Hymns - Blog Posts
Hymns created for the gods - Hekate #1
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Under the starry sky,
I find myself at the crossroads,
The moon greets me as a friend,
With its illuminating glow,
Under that white beam I find,
An ever-blazing torch held three-fold,
With a stern gaze, soul piercing touch,
Held tight as a bright light guides the way,
Obsidian pebbles mark the path,
To where I let go and create,
And as the air fills with lavender and myrrh,
As dandelions make their way from the underworld,
As I place garlic upon the threshold,
And walk through the gates,
To which the keyholder granted me access,
Knowing I am protected.
Hail Hekate!
Hail Hekate!
Hail Hekate!
1 Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy:
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.
2 Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe:
Be there at our labors, and give us, we pray,
your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.
3 Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
your hands swift to welcome, your arms to embrace:
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
4 Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm:
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.
- Jan Struther (1931)
panicked in my religious studies exam and used the hymn "I will go lord" as a source of authority
thanks to my amazing Christian school,
I can't remember quotes but I know the entirety of Jerusalem, the lord's pray and most Christian hymns
“The Song of Mounykhia” - to Artemis.
Portuguese:
Canta, Ó Musa, de Ártemis do Arco Dourado A fugaz caçadora que do prado é dona Cujos olhos argutos de luar perscrutam o campo E identificam a presa ao qual seu alegre dardo encontra As passadas vorazes da Senhora das Feras Ecoam na batalha sanguinolenta O brilho dourado e Selene acima Ártemis sobre o campo impera e ilumina E agradecidos mortais entoam seu nome Queimando incenso, bolos e mel Sagrada Ártemis longiflecheira é honrada Pela clareza noturna que iluminou o céu
English:
Sing, O Muse, of Artemis of the Golden Bow The fleeting hunter who owns the meadow Whose sharp eyes of moonlight scan the field Identifying the prey that Her delightful dart finds
The voracious footsteps of the Mistress of Beasts Echo admist the bloody battle Her golden glow and Selene above Artemis over the field reigns and illuminates
And grateful mortals chant your name Burning incense, cakes and honey Sacred far-shooting Artemis is honored For the night clarity that lit up the sky
The festival of Mounykhia is a celebration that occurs on the 16th lunar day of the hellenic month of Mounykhion. It’s about honouring Artemis as Potnia Theron, the Mistress of Beasts and (through the celebration of Arkteia) is also linked to a rite of passage of young girls. You can read about it more here.
Okay, so, I'm not very religious anymore due to a terrible childhood, but I miss singing hymns.
A group of people coming together to sing of hope and faith. There's something about that I think we all need more of nowadays, whether in a worshipping sense or not.