All winter long I felt like Something was missing

Not just birdsong and dandelions -

But something Greater

Something More

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I remember before the evening solstice

How I gifted you my kalimba

The closest thing I had to a Lyre

And I remember feeling proud

That I had something I could give You -

After all You’ve given me

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And now the vernal equinox is here

And You are here

And it feels like my soul is returning to my body

In every daffodil I see Your face

In every purple wildflower I remember Your lover

And how strong that makes me feel

To know I love Augustus - like You loved Hyacinthus

And how magical it is

To love - and be loved

To care - and be cared for

To pray - and know that Hermes will carry my words to Your ears

Apollo, my Lord

I enter Your temple and read the words “know thyself”

And bow my head as I whisper “You are”

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I see My Lord in my shoulders

Where fragile skin and muscle dance in ways my pre-transition self could only dream of

I see My Lord in my hair

Waved and curled and uncut, and youthful despite the years

I see My Lord in my chest

A flat canvas, void of rolling hills - it feels like home - when before it felt like a prison

I see My Lord in my beard

Glowing orange in his shining light, and in it I feel his blessings

Oh Transmasculine Apollo, Apollo Androgynos

Twin of Artemis the Huntress, Artemis Agroterê

Son of The Good God Zeus, Zeus Theus Agathus

Born of Leto - daughter of Koios, Leto Koiêis

Thank you for this body

- That I built with my own hands

Thank you for this life

- That I found after suffering

Thank you for the light

- And the promise of tomorrow

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"O Lord, Lykia is yours and lovely Maionian and Miletos, charming city by the sea, but over wave-girt Delos you greatly reign your own self. Leto's all-glorious son goes to rocky Pytho, playing upon his hollow lure, clad in divine, perfumed garments; and at the touch of the golden key his lyre sings sweet. Thence, swift as thought, he speeds from earth to Olympos, to the house of Zeus, to join the gathering of the other gods: then straightway the undying gods think only of the lyre and song, and all the Mousai (Muses) together, voice sweetly answering voice, hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings of men . . . Meanwhile the rich-tressed Kharites and cheerful Horai dance with Harmonia and Hebe and Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, holding each other by the wrist. And among them sings one . . . Artemis who delights in arrows, sister of Apollon. Among them sport Ares and the keen-eyed Argeiphontes, while Apollon plays his lure stepping high and featly and radiance shines around him, the gleaming of his feet and close-woven vest. And they, even gold-tressed Leto and wise Zeus, rejoice in their great hearts as they watch their dear son playing among the undying gods."

Source: theoi.com/Olympios/Apollon.html

"Phoibos, of you even the swan sings with clear voice to the beating of his wings, as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneios; and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre, always sings both first and last. And so hail to you lord! I seek your favour with my song."

Source: theoi.com/Olympios/Apollon.html

My Lord,

He who shines light into my darkness,

He who brings music to my soul.

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Who would I be without his graces?

Who would I be without his love?

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Oh sweet Lord of all I hold dear -

You’ve been with me all the days of my life,

Waiting patiently for my devotion.

And here I am -

Knees bent,

Eyes closed,

Heart open.

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I am for you, Lord Apollo -

I am for you.​

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In every shade of yellow, I see my Lord

In every shade of purple, I see his Lover

Golden rays find golden blooms

As lavender dots the countryside

Gentle warmth finds gentle hands

As I sing their names in praise

Oh Lord Apollo,

Oh Lord Hyacinthus,

I see you everywhere

I see you everyday

I see you

I see you

I see

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O, Delphian King, to you I pray!

To you of golden locks and of brightest face.

I pray to thee

Slayer of Python

Lover of poets

And of artists whom you rejoice in.

To the Muses’ head

To the divine son of the Lord Zeus who delights in thunder above

And the kingly son of the Titaness Leto of beautiful tresses.

To the twin of archer and huntress Artemis.

Bringer of healing, bringer of plague

You who plays the sweetest of melodies upon the golden lyre

I pray to thee still.

Musician, healer, warrior, defender of thine own

I pray for your favour as I navigate this gift of life and her endless roadblocks.

I pray for your gentle gaze so that I may know I am not wholly alone.

God of light, holder of prophecies

I pray for this and for your everlasting glory

And I shall remember and honour you, my God,

As long as I may live.

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"Phoibos, of you even the swan sings with clear voice to the beating of his wings, as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneios; and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre, always sings both first and last. And so hail to you lord! I seek your favour with my song."

Source: theoi.com/Olympios/Apollon.html

I feel the autumn creeping in

I can feel Persephone preparing to return to her husband

As the geese migrate south in anticipation of winter

I can feel the winds changing -

I can feel Notos departing,

As Eurus returns

And through all of it

Through the joy of coming Autumn, and the beauty of the forest

I anticipate the loss

For as soon as Boreas returns

My Lord will leave these lands

And return to Hyperborea, the land of eternal spring

Oh Lord Apollo

Patron of Our Temple

And of her steward who loves you so

In these last few weeks of Summer, hear my plea

Show us the light in the darkness

Show us the warmth in the cold

Show us how to love, and to be loved, within your guiding light

Know that we will miss you

As we wait for your return

Do Ut Des

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