Amanda Aremisia Forrester
(To be said on the eighth of the lunar month)
Hail to You, Epidauran!
Snaky God of Kos, the doctor’s inspiration
Son of Apollo, born of fire
Mortal-mothered, Who knows the pain of mortal bodies
Merciful cheater of death
On this, Your sacred day, I offer You (white wine/sweet honey/healing herbs)
Heal me, Asklepios, so I may heal others.