Prayer for Apollon

I wrote this prayer as gratitude and in payment for an oracle given to me by Camilla over at Foxglove and Firmitas. My experience with Apollon is fairly limited (thought certainly worth its own post at some point), though I continually find myself thankful for how His children, spouses, and devotees seem to keep cropping up in my life.

This prayer is specifically licensed through Creative Commons to allow anyone to use, modify, and/or share the text so long as they also allow others the same privilege and so long as credit eventually comes back to me. This is my gift for Apollon and His people, whoever they may be.


Sweet Apollon, I lift to you a breath of thanks
I bask in Your holy light and terrible love
There is trembling and fear in Your presence
Quickly morphing to barely understood awe.

Brother to Artemis, may Your aim strike true
Your archer’s form is pure perfection
As You nock Your arrow, draw swiftly back,
And let fly beneath all the glory of Helios.

Son of Leto, Your care is both tender and bold
May Your heart comfort us within Your embrace
Just as the Aegean lapped softly against
The shores of Delos, isle of Your birth.

Smintheus and Parnopios, You are pure
You are a thousand times pure; is it any wonder
That bringers of healing so often command
The powers of plague and pestilence as well?

Akesios, Maleatas, You tend to humanity’s wounds
Stitching up what is torn asunder, setting bones
Stirring white blood cells to action, encouraging
Society’s healers to good works and good deeds.

You are Alexikalos and Apotropaios
Nothing sullied or uncouth is within Your sight
As you destroy specters, monsters, disease
So too do You banish and turn away evil.

As Kitharodos You are the Singer to the Lyre
Play us a haunting tune, a calming melody
We seek You in cadence, rhythm, and rhyme
Come to us in the brilliance of Your music.

Pythian, may You always inspire and confound
You slew the rotting serpent at this holy site
Here, Your sacred precinct, where You now
Protect the omphalos, navel of Gaia Herself.

Sweet Apollon, I lift to you a breath of thanks
Illuminate my soul, play to me Your lyre’s tune
Cast evil and sickness from my body, that I may be
Worthy of even a glimmer of Your light.

 

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My Practice as a Headblind Devotee

Though I don’t work with Apollon, I do have a similar experience – or lack thereof – when navigating spiritual feels in my devotional relationship with Brighid. I wish I’d found this comfort when I first started out on a Pagan path in high school. Some of us just don’t “feel” much and that is perfectly okay.

Treasury of Apollon

I’m dedicated to my Lord Apollon. I am His to take on and use as He sees fit, rearing me in whatever ways He deigns appropriate as His devotee. My relationship as a dedicant is slightly interesting, in that I’m mostly headblind. I don’t “hear” the gods like some others do. I don’t sense things, or have visions and dreams. My divination, though it’s getting better, is spotty and unpredictable, while the extent of my meditations is breathing in a funny way until I feel kind of floaty. Because of that, oftentimes, I don’t function in my relationship with deity in the same way that many others in the various pagan and polytheist communities do. Although all paths are different, and all are our own, I wanted to write what little I could about my own path in an attempt to shed light on one of the many ways Apollon…

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