Take My Heart

Take my heart
Make it pliable, open and receptive
able to flow with its inherent nature of
Unconditional Love
Make it fluid and resilient
Let it be the strongest voice in my being
Let it penetrate where the thickness and density of the world
and my own emotional wounds
Throw up smoke screens
Obscuring its fierce and bright force

Open my eyes
Clear my vision
Make me aware of how my thoughts and words and deeds
Affect the whole and those closest to me
Keep me vigilant in my self-awareness
That I may not get lost in distraction, stupidity
Or self-absorption to the degree that I cause harm in the world
Ground me firmly in that meditative state where I can hear
the silence talking

Open my mind
That I may be curious and flexible in my thought patterns
Teachable and not calcifying as I grow older
But young and fresh and vibrant as I was in my youth
Ever ready for a new lesson a new understanding a new way of being
Grant me the ability to communicate well and listen even better

Open my Spirit to receive You when You have work for me
as a Healer or a Poet or a Messenger or Teacher
Whatever you call me for
According to the current need
Teach me patience when I am not needed
when the times call for still reflection and non-action
in the fallow times when wisdom would have me wait

Teach me to attend to that which is core to living in harmony
With the will that co-creates reality each precious moment.

This is my prayer and my intent.


— Christine Berger (Nerthuschild) [Aegletia, Day 5]

Prayer of Welcome

Aegletes, who guides our illumination, we hold our doors open to You, unlocked, keys held out in tribute. Come as serenely as the first breath of waking. Come as assuredly as the autumn chill. We, Your family, have prepared a fine seat at our table, just for You.
O Lord, we bear You many gifts, the most valuable of all being our reverence and joy at Your arrival. So enter here, where the incense is pungent and thick, and where the wine flows, pleasingly. Come, please, that we may honor You, Apollon Aegletes, Light of this World.
— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 2]

The Red Cloak

You, streaking across the wilderness

Darting between the doors of civilization

A phantom, an apparition now gone

Trailing behind You is the red cloak of sunrise

For where You have passed, night retreats

And where You have been, the sun too shall be

And when the light arrives, I will be waiting,

Waiting to catch the scarcest glimpse of You

Fading into the dawn


O Lord, Who is the majesty of the spaces between our natures

Of animal and human

Of predator and prey

Of survival and starvation

Of twilight and midday

Wrap me in Your blood red cloak,

That I might always feel the blood within me

Like rivers upon the landscape



Apollon Aegletes!

O Shining God!

Welcome to these lands

Nourished upon Your Truth

Strengthened by Your perilous winds

And never to feel a moment without Your Love

Come, O Glorious One!

As the day progresses, so too shall my thoughts of You

And Your red cloak drifting downward,

Sunset settling upon my dwelling place


— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 1]