Hail to Apollo Phoibos, he of the shining brow and well-carved cheeks; ever-young and ablaze with energy --
Hail to Apollo Akestôr, Apollo Paean, healer and hero, tamer of plagues and slayer of Python --
Hail to Apollo Lukeios, wolf-slayer, on this fine Lupercalia --
And, once more, hail to Apollo Proupsius, who guides oracles' hands and prophecies to be fair and true --
By your power, be it your pleasure, I dedicate this virtual altar and its contents to you.
I invite you to know me, coming and going as you please about my life and home (and I know this is but a formality, as your divine power and will mean that, as a human, I have no control over where you do and don't go). With your explicit consent, I wish to know you, in kind, so that the two of us can decide if we are well-matched as deity and new devotee.
Though I’m currently in bed with chronic pain, I offer you these words of mine, in lieu of the poetry I was going to write tonight. Glory to you, Apollo, radiant wit and avid creator, multi-talented God of so much more than the sun. Thank you for finding me in these trying times, and for gently-but-firmly pushing back against my doubts, meeting my self-deprecating skepticism with amused ripostes and disarming warmth.
