Muse on high, hear my prayer.
On this day designed by the Olympians
to reassure we mortals that they
care, let me not fail them
in my praise.
Mighty Zeus held his
thunderous bolts in check.
The fresh breeze purges the stale
air from the hearth, Hera's realm.
Phoebus Apollo has set his chariot high
in the heavens. It has been hidden lately.
The wise man soaks in the day as
Pallas Athene would wish.
Lovers are again in love thanks to
Aphrodite and her impish offspring, Eros.
Muse, please inspire me to accurately
portray this most blessed day. A
Spring afternoon such as this returns
meaning to the frozen hearts of the
cold season. The picturesque clouds in
a glassy blue sky: such a blue
was mixed specially by the high ones
to be used on such a day as this
and the buoyant clouds received
a breath of life from Aeolus to
transport them through the perfect sky.
A child of Zeus that ignores such a day
ignores the Gods. They that appreciate
such a gift receive the Gods' blessing
and participate in a most meaningful
worship.
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