Here, I have collected my various poems, hymns and prayers for non-Hellenic (and non-specific) gods and mythological figures, along with some notes on my writing.

Airmid

Invocation to Airmid (This was written for Cedarlight Grove’s 2006 Lughnassagh ritual)

Airmid, sweet Goddess of green herbs
Lady of tireless patience and healing,
I call to you now to join us
And celebrate this festival.
Oh sister of Miach
The herbs have been counted
And they have been named
Come to our Grove this evening
We ask your presence to unlock
These gates between the worlds and watch them
And once more
We honor the ways we follow.

Belenus

Invocation to Belenus (This was written for Cedarlight Grove’s 2006 Beltane Ritual.)

I call to the bright and shining God Of Fire,
Brilliant Ruler of the Sun that shines warm on our faces
Belenus, Lord of Healing at St Sabine’s sanctuary
Who is also called Bel
This evening we celebrate your feast
We ask you to be present among us
That we may praise you
That you may light our days
That we may exhalt you
That you may impart wisdom
And ignite our spirits
As we bask in your rays.

Dylan

Lament for Dylan

The sea mourns the beloved child,
endless tides rise and fall, whispering
and screaming a perpetual lament.
The surf on the sand pounding its grief
for the child:

tragically caught by his uncle’s spear,
he sank into the waves, consumed
but apart.

The tide lashes and hisses,
the sea vows to avenge the child’s death.

The tide turns away in sorrow then slowly
creeps back;
retreating and returning,
it will go on forever
for the loss of the one who
loved the sea so dearly.

The tide swells and recedes in sadness
unending, unthinking.
Memory of the dark child starts to fade
as years slip past.
Vows of vengeance long forgotten,
the sea never ceases to mourn;
Though his face has faded,
the sea remembers the child.

The tide rises and falls
rocking in rhythm unending;
no rest, no tiring as the ages have moved on.
The sea has long forgotten the child
it has mourned for nearly eternity.

Forgotten except for a rare moment
on a foggy grey morning
or a stormy black night-
a whisper of mist
or a splash of rain
will stir the memory
and a face will flicker,
laughing and playing
in the waves
lifetimes ago.
And for a minute, the sea
will recall the beloved child.

Non-specific gods

Invocation to The Gods at large (I wrote this for a Cedarlight Grove ritual- which one originally, I don’t remember anymore.  It’s seen a few variations which I’ve also included here.)

Invocation to the Gods

From the center of all worlds,
I call out
to the gods of all times,
to the gods of all places
to the names we know,
to the names that are lost to time immemorial
to the faces carved in stone
rendered in clay
shrouded in history
or hidden from sight
we remember the familiar
we honor the foreign, the unseen and the forsaken
To the thousand names remembered
and ten thousand names forgotten
we welcome you.

Invocation to the Gods, Norse variation (I wrote this variation for Cedarlight Grove’s 2006 Yule ritual.)

From the center of all worlds,
I call out in the darkness
To the Vanir and the Aesir and
to the gods of all times,
to the gods of all places
to the names we know,
to the names that are lost to time immemorial
to the faces carved in stone
rendered in clay
shrouded in history
or hidden from sight
we remember the familiar
we honor the foreign, the unseen and the forsaken
Help us to find our worth through our faith.
To the thousand names remembered
and ten thousand names forgotten
we welcome you.

Invocation to the Gods, Summer Solstice variation (I wrote this for Cedarlight Grove’s 2007 Summer Solstice ritual.)

From the center of all worlds,
From this sanctuary where the light
still shines on the longest day
As the evening falls, I call out
to the gods of all times,
to the gods of all places
to the names we know,
to the names that are lost to time immemorial
to the faces carved in stone
rendered in clay
shrouded in history
or hidden from sight
we remember the familiar
we honor the foreign, the unseen and the forsaken
Help us to see with the subtle vision
that twilight brings
to the thousand names remembered
and ten thousand names forgotten
we welcome you.