Hark Hermes!
Son of Maia,
Messenger of the Gods,
Friend of Humanity
Loquacious Lord of Larceny
You who announce your presence
breaking sudden silence in lively conversation,
You who consort with
mortals,
muses,
and miracles
You who transcend
the boundaries
of Liminality
of Reality
of Nationality
Hermes
I offer you
words instead of wines
verses in lieu of votives
ideas in place of idols
I build your temple,
Son of Maia
with sacred skipping stones
salvaged from the seven seas
& fountains of fonts
Flowing into forever
I build your altar Lord of Language
with swirling synonyms
and Homeric homonyms
knowing that on
your silver tongue,
they shape
fate,
fame,
& fortune
May my luck hold fast
May I find what I need &
the wisdom to recognize it.
May I navigate this cursed labyrinth
to find safe harbor.
May our hosts always be
as generous as we are,
& may the strength of our community,
be the strength of our friendship,
Son of Maia
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