For Hermes the Luck-bringer

Hermes, Playing, Facing
of white Welcoming
Shelters,
poplar-shaded,
the shore-grass.

over dubious sea
ways, torn
weather, the ground
hill, below the shadow
of dunes

The many great trees
And there is
Hermes, Hermes
From west,
twisted on
sea-mist

more have gnashed
waited, teeth
the water
my ankles

sails and sea,
twisted mast

called by
the wayfarers
in the wind, hard
answers

It is in chance that we find you
and in chance that you find us

A Prayer to the Ancestors

O Ancestors,
those who have tread upon this earth before us
those whose blood now flows inside us
those whose journey we continue
those who have seen the years of old, as we now see the new

we open our eyes to the time you have seen
may we now learn from the things that have been
we open our ears to your wise words and voices
you who have walked many roads, and named many choices

we ask that you lend us wisdom and light
when troubles and vices blur our sight
we ask that you lend us courage and desire
that no dark act can erase our inner fire

we ask that you lead us to our destinations
that we may not fall into resignation
to make decisions we were born to make
to choose the paths we were born to take

O Forebears,
those who have tread the soil that we now tread
those who have breathed the air that we now breathe
my gratitude I send across the Greatest sea
to the light in the horizon, shining endlessly
we remember and wish you well,
wherever you may dwell
a sound that never dies
an infinite bell