Pagan Prayer

Come hither, come hither,
blind mystic;
let songs arise,
share anew your hypnotic power.

Open our eyes.
Recall to us heroes of myth
who from death arise
to unite
Mother Earth, Father Sun.

Remind of the river Styx
where awaits that punt
to carry us
when we cross over.

Teach us to trust
the shine and rust of our being;
to know life's jug
is there to be greedily filled,
and as freely emptied.