by J.L. Robins
I sing to the fleet-footed Messenger of Olympus,
Divine son of Thundering Zeus and lovely Maia.
Eloquent of speech, your swift tongue and musical gift
softened the heart of your shining brother
and allowed your theft to go unpunished—
gifted with a herd of your own.
Bearing the kerykeion as the Herald of the Gods
you have given my words life
the ability to communicate and interact with all.
Guide of the dead, leading souls
to Persephone’s shadowy Realm.
Yet you are joyous, frolicking in the mountains
amongst the nymphs and satyroi
bringing laughter and leading the games of the wild.
Guide to more than the dead
the waylaid traveler seeks your crossroads
for respite and sustenance,
following you in your never-ending journeys.
I thank you for your protection in my own journeys—
near, far and within.
Divine guide, luck-bringer and communicator
I pray for your continued blessings
and offer my thanks and praise
in all my life.
neosalexandria 