Evocation of Kalliope

“Calliope, Muse of Epic Poetry”, by Giovanni Baglione.

O Sovereign Muse, Inspiration’s Crown, who bestows the poetic thrall, by Your hand am I guided, by Your voice am I blessed to turn the pages of my thoughts into words upon the page– words which still, and words which liven– words of silk and words of iron– for what is a tale without blood or love, without death or steel or drive?

Goddess of the tale told carefully– willfully– come forth, that I might recite my song to You who are the Sovereign of Songs, and the peace of the poet’s rest after a lifetime of stories told. If ever I have been dear to You, Goddess, in my frenzy or in my fallow haze, if my joys are known to You as are my pangs, Sublime Wordsmith, grant me the grace of Your ear, that I may improve upon the gifts given, and forever reflect Your mastery upon this bereaved world!

Hail and welcome, Kalliope, Chief of Muses, with Your fingers upon the pulse of history! Hail and welcome, Kalliope, Beloved of Apollon, who coaxes forth the words that set our souls alight! Hail and welcome, Kalliope, first among Mnemosyne’s precious Daughters!

Hail!

— Columbine (12/18/2019)

An Evocation of Apollon

“Apollo and the Cumean Sibyl”, by Noel Halle.

O Lord, Whose presence reverberates throughout the wind and the air;
Lord Who is felt in the vibration of all sound, come forth, if it pleases You to do so!  Hear this mortal voice, Lord, and know that I/we have arrived to greet You here!

I/we whom You have nurtured, Lord, and trained in many arts; I/we who have honored You dutifully, have again come to be taught in the ways of the truly free mind!

Lord of the boundary between thought and word, Lord of Masterful Unraveling, from Whom no lie can be hidden, Apollon of the Orthos Logos, come!  Be welcomed here, O Lord, Who breathes fire and life and triumph into the souls of all who would receive Your Word!

Apollon, Who is the Kind Mentor, and the Firm Instructor, rest here, that I/we may be seated before Your Radiance in reverence and curiosity!  And take refreshment (Libation is poured), dear Lord, before I/we commence, that Your thirst may be quenched, and I/we am/are prepared to receive the wisdom You so generously impart!

Be welcomed, O Lord, and let me/us once more be revealed in the presence of Your Divine Word!

Come, Most Blessed Lord!

— Columbine

Invocation of Apollon

“Apollo”, by Giovanni Antonio Pellegrini.

I call to bright Apollon.

Of clear sight and sure hunter’s step,

Whose passing is like wind in the tree tops.

Delian Apollon, whose hands hold equal skill

On both lyre- and bow-string.

Your presence is like sunlight through the forest canopy,

Filtering down soft and warm and green,

To encourage new growth.

From your sure hands come healing,

And from those same hands, the storm of plague.

Your guidance can be seen in flight of arrow and honeybee,

And your music fills the air around both.

Noble and dread god, wreathed in laurel,

Who loves the wild meadows and forests

And whose messages come on the night-dark wings of crows,

Speak, and I will listen.

Your far-seeing eyes shine like stars in the darkness,

Your guidance lights the path like sunlight breaking through clouds.

True of word and deed, Bacchic and wild I call to you,

Turn your shining face to this rite.

— Zoe

Invocation to Apollon

Profound Lord, pouring honey into the mouths of Your Oracles, come now to be honored, for we have made a feast for You in this place.  Grace us with Your golden light, and we shall be as the little children, basking in the hot sun.

You are the fire burning away the impurities which lurk in the crevasses of men– all those dark and hidden biases.  You are the corrosive wind which errodes even the most stern, and the most ridgid among us.  You are the vortex which subdues and swallows the burdensome pains that afflict us.  O Paian, O Healer, share with us the panacea to cure our ills.

Lord of Death, come, and teach us the ways to be free in body and soul.  We are the receivers of Your knowledge, and the receptacles of Your everlasting love.  May we be pure of intention, so that You find a respite in these halls.

O Hand of Zeus, who yields not to the whims of mortal men, speak the True Oracles through these/this man/this woman who are/is prepared to house Your shining glory.  O Loxias, come, and we shall receive You with great pleasure.

O Lord of the pristine sounding lyre, whose music soothes all troubled minds, we welcome Your voice, we welcome Your humor, we welcome the breadth of Your Immortal Self– and we name You, APOLLON!

Destroyer!

Purifier!

APOLLON, who is our Lord, come!

— Columbine