Apr 1, 2025
One does not light a candle for Hypnos, son of Nyx, for He comes in the dark nights and in the shades of trees. One might raise a glass for Him, or say a prayer out loud, things He appreciates, but is not where He comfortably lies. He lives in another place, another space, another time. He shifts among the depths of our minds and feels closer the more we let our consciousness relax. He craves our confidence in Him, for He protects and guides us through sleep, through night, through fears and desires.
Oh, mighty Lord Hypnos, may you bless our most vulnerable times, for rest and calm is what we need most in these troubled times.
