"To Zeus of the Thunderstorm"

O Ombrios, O Skotitas, O Keraunios, O Hypatos! Brilliant light in the heavens! Trumpet of thundering might! O great storm!

You who inspire equal parts fear and awe in the hearts of men,

As your great dark-clouded chariot rears on the horizon.

O roaring, luminous king, brightening the darkness with an incomparable gleam,

The sharp bolts of light that are yours alone to weild!

For no other among gods or mortals could bear such force and majesty.

Those flashing spears you throw with perfect aim, piercing through obscured skies,

And the fearsome rolling tremors that echo your great voice,

Herald your passing overhead, O holy Olympian Lord!

How blessed are we to be in the presence of your vigor, the just strength that sows life-giving rain upon the fields of the good,

And strikes down with fiery bolts the crude ambitions of the wicked!

Yours is the mercy to allow judgement to pass over us, and the right to let it pour down.

“Child, why are you crying? What pain has touched your heart? Do not conceal it. Tell me and let us both know.”

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Beloved Aphrodite, goddess who grants to us the greatest of joys, the harshest of sorrows, the sharpest of pleasures, the dearest of pains.

Aphrodite, freshest of Olympos’ flowers, your lightest touch can turn the hearts of men towards love; with voice sweet as honey, sweet as wine, you speak words of persuasion, we hear and heed, rapt in wonder.

O Aphrodite, grace and beauty surround you, where you pass, the roses bloom, with sweetest scent and sharpest thorn: with reckless hands we grasp them.

Aphrodite, born of blood in the cold salt sea, born of the fallen sky, goddess whose kindness can be so brutal, who cruelty we cherish, blessed are your children, blessed those your favor, blessed those who have felt your might, blessed those who dwell in your domain.