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Hermes Charidotes

I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar. As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow. But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder; and then she unstrings his bow, and closes his quiver, and takes his archery from his strong shoulders in her hands and hangs them on a golden peg against a pillar of his father's house. Then she leads him to a seat and makes him sit: and the Father gives him nectar in a golden cup welcoming his dear son, while the other gods make him sit down there, and queenly Leto rejoices because she bare a mighty son and an archer. Rejoice, blessed Leto, for you bare glorious children, the lord Apollo and Artemis who delights in arrows.

O' determined Aphrodite.

O' mighty Ares.

I pray to you, consorts in burning passion.

With gratitude I preach your reminder of

How much dormant self-worth and hurt pride

Reside in vitriolic anger.

May your presence teach me how to harness it,

How not to spiral in its thorny whirlwind

And choose when to release its poison.

This I pray, as your humble worshipper.

Blessed are your names,

Aphrodite Areia and Lord Ares,

Ζαγρεύς Παιάν

Healer

Healing involves discomfort. But so does refusing to heal. And over time, refusing to heal is always more painful.