Phoebus Apollon, Sacred Healer and Oracle!
As the days grow longer, the sun brighter,
I think of the Far Shooter
Arrows flying like rays of light through clouds!
Presiding over the Muses
Who dance like flowers or bugs in the breeze
Lead in song by the all-seeing, the all-knowing
sitting with His lyre and and cheering!
I present an offering of flowers upon your altar, Great Apollo, as they remind me of all these sweet things;
In their brightness, I see your light and oracular talents reflected
and in their liveliness, your healing energy flows,
and as they wilt I will remember Fate, my mortality, my health, and I will know it is all in Your firm, unyielding hands! There is no better place to be!
Praise Be to Apollon!














