Ares
I call to Ares, son of thundering noble Zeus and wise and watchful Hera, strong one, swift one, clever one, god of the impulse and movement, god of the battle and fight, granter of courage and strength, granter of the will to endure, friend of the wronged and the vengeful, O Ares, I call to you.
Dear to you are beasts that feed on blood and carnage, that flourish in the barren fields of battle.Ares, savior of cities, shaker of spears, bright-helmed one who lends strength to the weak, courage to the fearful, will to the clouded and vengeance to the wronged.
Shed down a kindly ray from above my life, and strength of war, that I may be able to drive away bitter cowardice from my head and crush down the deceitful impulses of my soul. Restrain also the keen fury of my heart which provokes me to tread the ways of blood curdling strife.
I thank you for your gifts, I honor your calling.
Dionysos
I call to Dionysos, great god of the vine, son of thundering Zeus and headstrong Semele, loving husband to warm-hearted Ariadne. Dionysos, deep-hearted one who knows the souls of men and women, whose hand is ever open, ever within reach.
Dionysos, god who runs in the dark, who sees with eyes shut tight, who dances to the heart’s strong beat, ever are you yourself, ever constant, ever changing god of those who are trapped, those who seek your truth in their own, those who seek vision beyond seeing, those who seek wisdom beyond knowledge, those who seek the self, pure and sweet, those who seek clarity beyond definition, who seek to embrace the uncertain, to hold, but loosely, to what is true beyond trust. I praise and honor you!
Hephaistos
I call to Hephaistos, ingenious son of Hera, father of fair-tressed maids and bold-hearted heroes. On the isle of Lemnos, where stood your fiery forge, a land beloved by you above all others, were you well honored; by those who work in bronze and smith hot iron were you lauded throughout the land.
Mighty Hephaistos, master of all craft and art, builder of palaces, maker of keen-edged swords and impenetrable armor, creator of all manner of finely-worked trinkets and baubles. Beauty falls from your hands, Hephaistos, as artistry falls to those you favor. God of skills, I call and honor you.
Hades
I call to Hades, lord of the dusky underworld, lord of the dead, provider of hearth and home to those who have passed from our presence. Mighty one, elder son of ancient Kronos and good Rhea, devoted husband of tender Persephone, to your hall do all men make their way one day. The riches of the earth are yours as well, Hades; all the precious gems locked inside sturdy stone, all the rich ores held within your realm;
the seeds buried in the soil, waiting to pierce the surface, are likewise of your domain. Benevolent Hades, granter of wealth, from your hands fall riches untold; master of dreams, through you do our beloved dead yet speak; holder of the gates of the world to come, Hades, final friend of mankind, I call to you.
Demeter
I call to Demeter, daughter of deep-hearted Rhea and wily Kronos, great lady of the land, queen of the fruitful earth, sustainer of mankind, loving mother to rich-tressed Persephone. Goddess, we see your hand in rows of golden grain, in heavy-fruited trees, in fields of scarlet poppies blooming amongst the barley, in the passing of seasons, in the fury of a mother wronged.
By your will it is, goddess, that the fields flourish, the trees bear sweet fruit; by your goodness it is that we harvest food enough to feed our families. Your gifts are precious, O Demeter, more precious than the gold and jewels that lie beneath the new-sown seeds; your blessings are the air we breathe, the bread we eat. Blessed goddess, Demeter of the great heart, we thank you each day for all you have given us, all we know of life. Hail, goddess!
Poseidon
I call to Poseidon, son of ancient Kronos and wild-hearted Rhea, great god of the seas, maker and master of horses, trident-bearer, earth-shaker, lord of the beasts of the deep, lord of the thrashing waves, sea-god, I call to you.
Dark haired Poseidon, you hold in your hands the waters of the world, those briny depths that brought us all into life; that carried mankind to many lands, to gather wealth and wisdom; that nourished our furthest forebears and formed the patterns of our lives.
Poseidon, lord of the darkest sea-depths, lord of the crashing surf, your hair we with brine, your eyes cold and blue, keen as winter waters, within your domain we live only by your goodness and with you wrath you raise the four great winds, you hone the rain to a cutting edge, you turn the waters of your realm to cruel ice.
Our lives depend on your balance, Poseidon, on your generous heart and open hand.
God of oceans, god of the salt of life, I praise and honor you.
Aphrodite
I call to Aphrodite, daughter of the deep sea, daughter of the broad sky, foam-borne goddess, glory of Olympos. You who are the holder of hearts, the inspiration of desire both carnal and refined. Your promise a flame we cannot help but touch, your power a torrent we cannot withstand, your will a need we cannot resist.
Beloved Aphrodite, unparalleled goddess, you who see’s the truth within our hearts and holds us close to yours. We see your gifts in the world in the small beauties and treasure in life and in one another. All things, all life, all men and women are incomplete without your presence.
Aphrodite we praise you, we honor you, we delight in your gifts.