A Hymn to Hermes

To Hermes

Incense: Frankincense

Harken, messenger of gods and

   leader of souls and songs.
Harken, you strong son of Zeus, to
   whom the gold staff belongs.

Wing-booted son of Maia, you
   harmonizer of tones.
Harken, close friend of Apollon,
   oh thrower of the stones.

Harken, Lord of the second sphere
   moving at equal pace,
Who through instantaneous thought,
   word and deed both take place.

Unequaled in heavenly wit,
   your silver tongue does charm
all foes of noeric ascent
   so fools will suffer harm.

You throw the far-seeing pebbles
   so the Moirai cannot
hold you to the question of what
   your father does allot.

Great Zeus, making you messenger,
   sends you to Aidês deep
abode. With kerykeion you
   awaken those who sleep.

So you, fleetest of gods, beloved
   by mortals and divine,
Make clean my soul and my thoughts that
   Gnosis may come to shine.

Lift my words, oh sweet, youthful Lord,
   that they be in accord
with the Mind of your father and
   place me within your ward.