Prayer to the Dead

To ramparts secure,
And priories up high,
Into sweet territory,
Where the humors make station;
Safe bastions harboring
Those who dream well,
The goodly souls
That gently rest
Protected from the wild unfathomables,
Unruly obstacles,
And hideous extractions.
There in fruit-filled groves they go,
In fanciful fulfillment.

We pray for they
Whom we have known,
Now departed this world,
Into death.

To the Divinity of Significancy

To the Divinity of all things which are significant,
We implore you, forget us not!
You who bring the charm and currency,
The pertinence and the individuality –
Each to be distinguished.

For without we would not be,
For we would be but another.
We thank Thee,
For this signature and obstinacy.

- PRAYERS TO THE LESSER GODS

To the Divinity of Exuberance

Dear Divinity of Exuberance,
Please mark us with your visitation.
You who are the power which propels,
Come quickly before we expire!


And to each hapless, hesitant beginning,
Move us to fervor, extreme and fulfilled,
Empowered with an exuberance divine.




- PRAYERS TO THE LESSER GODS

Prayer for the Angels of Color

We come to you,

Angels who live in the light,
You who project forth in visible transparency –
How perfect Thy art! Thy workings!
And Thy wondrous expression!
We are enriched by the colors You bring to us,
Each throbbing variation.


We thank Thee oh Angels of purple,
Of Cosmic incline,
You who have encaptured this tone,
Holy and sublime,
Sanctity manifest on the face of a flower,
This color gives to the world,
An inoculation of High Holiness,
The regal and royal purple.


And to the associate Angels of blue,
We thank Thee also –
Verily Space may live,
In your hues of expanse and containment.
The ego you bring,
In sky or in water, in iris or cornflower.


Angels of yellow:
You speak to us of the golden radiance
Ever with hope,
For it is life itself,
In marriage to orange, so stimulated.
Essence incorporated, the bright, bright yellow,
Tells men of such liveliness as moves through them.


Dear custodians of red,
Of Cosmic Will,
The shock, the impact,
The driving of manifestation.
Thank you for blood and beetle-back,
Rose and berry.

Masters of green,
The expression of expression!
Crimson you be in disguise!
We find sanctuary in this:
Your umbrella of spirit clothed,
Proceeding in growth,
We thank Thee also.


Celestial pink,
The Angel's flesh,
Heaven's promises incarnate,
The gentle whispers of soul upon the earth,
In being.
We thank thee too.


For colors do enter in,
And impart significantly,
Each an equation in relation,
Each a child of the light.
So many hidden, not yet forthcoming,
To these we wish Grace as well,
And pray for the Angels’ wellbeing,
Who enrich the definitions of life.
Amen