O Lord of the breath between life and death, He who set the dragon to rot in the holy light of Helios, our Bright Shining God, pleased are we to have hosted You and Your Family.
Delighted were we in Your constant presence, and grateful are we for Your arrival here. But now, as our festival ends, we acknowledge that You must now depart.
In our love for You, we have given You our best, and made room for You in our innermost realms; that which is personal, and that which we share with our loved ones.
O Truth-bearer, we have not recoiled from the lessons You have seen fit to teach, nor have we scorned the revelations You have bestowed. We know that with Your favor comes a price, and we are glad to pay it.
But for now, we rejoice in the knowing of You, O Lord, in Your coming and in Your going forth from this world. For there are Other worlds that You must now tend to, with their many corresponding concerns. Though we love You beyond what mere words can convey, never would we think to deprive these Others of Your grace and devotion.
And so, Apollon, Beloved Anax, Beloved Aegletes, Beloved Hyperboreios, we send You to complete Your journey with naught but love in our hearts. We know that You will again return to us, so we are not concerned by Your absence. What is inevitable always comes to pass.
Lord of the Winds, who brings winter in His wake, do not look back, and do not worry, for we are Yours and we are strong. We are what You have made, and we will shine Your light in the dark months.
And when You return, Apollon, we will be here to welcome You in all Your feral glory, and we will help to ease Your transition back into civilization. But for now, think only of what awaits You over the threshold.
Farewell, Apollon. Farewell, Beloved. Farewell, our Bright Shining God.
— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 9]
Dearest Apollon, we thank You for Your presence in our lives and in our homes these past nine days. We thank You for Your love and guidance. You are the well-spring of truth, and Your gentle hand leads us to be purified.
In all the days of our lives, You are here, distantly shining out upon the world, which is ours to behold, to love and to cherish. You are present in everything we hold dear and beautiful. Even as You have traversed the world, even as You now depart from the world, You rest within us.
Though we must prepare for the distance, we celebrate the nearness that shall exist, always, between us. We are Yours, from this moment and all moments after, and there is no separation that can diminish our love.
Blessed Lord, take with You our fond wishes, take with You our stalwart reverence. Take with You our assurance of home and hearth when You return. Take with You these offerings of the gifts given to us by You, and all the Gods. Blessed Lord, take with You our love.
Farewell, Dearest Apollon, Hyperboreios, Ageletes, Anax, and may we meet You again fondly, in the Spring flowers.
— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 9]
My Alpha. My Omega. The Beginning, and the End. Life and Death. Heaven and Earth. All of these things are You. You are in all of these things.
Would the wind blow without You? Would the tides rise and fall? Would the Sun burn, emitting light and heat? Would matter move within space? Would time exist, at all?
I wonder, and I know, that if anything existed without You, it would be a waste, for You are what is good in all that I see, oh Lord Who opens my eyes.
And my heart. And all my inner spaces. What lay within the depths of this devotee, is now and always, Yours. All my dreams, all my fears, all my traumas and triumphs. All Yours.
Like every second of every day that I live. Yours. From the day I drew breath outside of my mother’s womb, to this very day, as I speak to You in my true heart’s form.
Yours, like all the world soon will be. Yours, like a hurricane. Yours, like a fire, or a flood. Yours, like everything that destroys, only to make room for the new growth.
Because, the End is a Beginning, and Death is Life, where Earth and Heaven meet. My Omega. My Alpha. Out of ashes, I rise, because You are in all of these things.
— Columbine [Day 9]