#hellenic prayer

“Prayer to Apollo” (not made by me!)

O Great God Apollo

God of the Sun,

God of music,

God of healing,

hear this prayer.

Let us feel your sun rays,

Let us hear your music,

Let us be healed with your touch.

Apollo, let your sun shine bright

Apollo, let your music be merry,

Apollo, keep away ill,

Banish it and let us heal.

Be with us.

We honor and praise you.

Blessed Be!

I give my thanks

For the ever welcoming ocean

For sand between my toes

For the hermit crabs, hiding in their perfect shells

And for the company of humanity

In a time of such fear I chose to look upon my fellow humans with kindness and appreciation

Despite what they may wish on me

For here at this liminal place we are all equal

We are all small beside the horizon

All cooled by the water we wade through

All kissed by the sun’s rays of light

And so I thank the Gods for the gift of this beach, this ocean shore

I cannot imagine who I would be without the sea

The gods, of course, can also hear soft entreaties; and in exceptional cases, in the cult of uncanny, subterranean gods, silent prayer is prescribed.

Of course it's referring to the chthonic gods here, I don't see any reason to think that this couldn't be the case with the other Theoi. Especially since some of them such as Hermes can be both ouranic & chthonic.

I do personally pray out loud since that's more historically attested to, but I just wanted to share my findings. Not trying to be mean or anything just letting you know what I've found. Of course it's your belief and you can approach things how you wish.

I hope you have a nice day. Kharie.

I had to talk it over with someone because I’m not extremely familiar with more in depth practices concerning Chthonian deities (not to nitpick but chthonic refers to agricultural theoi, and chthonian is the subterranean/underworld gods)

The silent prayer is essentially soft speaking, as opposed to the performance of a normal prayer. It was used with the chthonian theoi because to them death wasn’t something to boast about/make a performance of, hence the quiet prayers.

"Hestia of Hearth and Home

Apollo Lord and Light

Aphroditê of the Ocean Shore

Hekatê of the Night

Hermes, Winged Messenger

Lady Lêta, Queen Divine

I kneel as your petitioner

And for Zeus, my head incline

I offer you this incense

I offer you my speech

I ask that you be with me

To guide me and to teach

I seek to create Kharis

I seek to sing your praise

Do Ut Des, be with me now

And for all of my days"

O Apollon, God of blessed Delos,

How faithful of a lover are thee! 

You are a god of great passion,

Feeling deeply, singing loudly,

Letting all the world hear your voice as you cry out for your beloveds.

I weep with thee for the fair Hyakinthos, 

Spartan Prince and lover of the sun,

Who with strong and cruel winds was struck down,

Falling into the embrace of Hades.

O Apollo, loyalest of lovers,

You cradled the prince in your arms,

Saying “Don't go” until even your heavenly voice was rendered raw and cracking.

In your grief, and with your power,

You turned his precious bones into a flower,

A fair flower that surely smells as sweet as he did

When he was in your loving arms.

I weep for you Apollo,

And I wish thee great love in the future.

May my words of sympathy and praise fill a space in your great heart,

Which beats with the pulses of the sun's flares,

And radiates with a warmth akin to flame.

You are a great god indeed, Lord Apollon,

A generous god most worthy of praise,

So fair and talented that we cannot help but love thee. 

I praise you, Apollo, and your beloved boy Hyakinthos,

And I shall praise you both, together, until the end of days.

O Ariadne, divine Mistress of the Labyrinth,

Queen of corners and that which lies behind them,

She who keeps us spry with new things to be found beyond each twist and turn,

You were rescued and wed by the noble Dionysus,

Crowned with stars and oxen horns,

Radiant as the constellations that now adorn your head,

Running wildly across the vineyards with your new spouse,

Laughing in the face of those who so foolishly abandoned you. 

Ariadne, half-sister of the minotaur,

You take the abused into your arms,

Those who are lost in labyrinths of their own,

And you guide them through with red thread,

Showing them the way to their salvation with your gentle, honey-sweet words.

O Ariadne, most fair, wife of the wild Dionysus,

You are a sight to behold, 

And all mortals who feel your embrace are very blessed indeed;

Lead us through the dark, through our own paths of uncertainty,

Through the great and twisting maze we call life,

With your ball of thread and a kind heart.

Ariadne, I praise you, 

O divine mortal who has reached Olympus!

Eldest of the muses 

Daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne

Mother of Orpheus

She who presides over epic poetry and eloquence 

Blessed be the sweet song that falls from your lips

and blessed be the pen of those who invoke your favor 

I call upon you, Calliope 

Influencer of great stories

I ask for your support as I embark in my own composition journey

May the well of my imagination run without restriction and spill over every page I contemplate 

Calliope, easer of the flow of words 

I pray to you beautifully voiced muse 

o graceful aphrodite

birthed from frenetic waters

an aura of grace and whimsy surrounding her

bearing the sweetest of fruits

from the luscious flowers that bloom with every step she takes

lovely lady of fondness and warmth

bless me with what you see fit

so that i may flourish in this existence

id worship you at every step

and praise you with every word spoken from these lips.

♡