Hear me, Lord Hermes

Blessed son of Zeus and Maia

He who stole Apollon’s cattle

He who invented the lyre

He who aided great Perseus in his defeat of the gorgon, Medusa

I offer you this morning coffee, a gift of energy and comfort

And I beseech you,

Oh verdant god of journeys and travelers

Be with me today

Bring me joy in my travels and protect me from harm

Let me show those around me the kindness and patience they deserve

Let there be joy in those around me as we traverse the skies

I implore you, and your honorable mother

The oread nymph, Lady Maia

Please, soothe the children flying today

Show them the joys of travel and protect them from fear

Oh Hermes Philios

Great friend of man

Accept these honors, and be with me

Now - and all the days of my life

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Hear me, Lord Hermes, Splendid One!

Let your name be sung throughout the land!

May you always be praised, never lost to time.

Hear me, Glorious One!

Your grace and love are not lost on me.

Your eternal gifts bless my heart,

And my lips will sing of you.

Hear me, Keeper of the Flock!

You guide my path with great care and attention.

I come to you for protection.

May you shelter me from harm,

And lead me through this life.

Hail to the great Lord Hermes!

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Hermes is the first giggle that comes from a newborn child - a moment of significance, the beginning of joy.

Hermes is a penny on the sidewalk, it has your birth year on it - and for some reason that feels like magic.

Hermes is the subtitles on a film that is in a language you do not speak, allowing you to travel the world from the comfort of your own home.

Hermes is the newborn calf in your grandfathers barn, the youngest thing on the farm but its eyes look as though they hold wisdom much older than its age.

Hermes is a child at a funeral, starting to understand what death is- but not yet afraid of it’s embrace.

Hermes is the young adult trying to relearn their mother tongue, culture and communication all wrapped up in one.

Hermes is the clerk at the shoe store, helping you find the right kind of shoes that will help you knees ache a little less.

Hermes is-

Hermes is-

Hermes Is.

And he always will be.

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O swift-footed Hermes, cunning and wise,

Born in the hills ‘neath the wild-roaming skies.

Son of the Thunderer, fleet as the breeze,

Running the hollers, slipping through trees.

Patron of rogues with a grin full of light,

Guiding the lost in the dead of the night.

Hand of the wanderer, voice of the tongue,

Silver-lipped speaker, forever unsung.

You taught us the ways of the barter and trade,

Showed us the roads and the trails that you laid.

You smile at the sly and the sharp-minded kin,

The fox in the henhouse, the luck that we win.

Breaker of locks and opener wide,

Bringer of blessings that cannot be tied.

Oft have I prayed when my feet found the road,

And oft have you lightened my wearying load.

Keeper of gates where the pale spirits go,

Leading them on where the cool rivers flow.

Friend of the dying, whose hands take their own,

Walking beside them, yet never alone.

Come now, O Hermes, by firelight’s glow,

Under these mountains so ancient they know.

Grant me your cunning, your laughter, your grace,

A quicksilver blessing to carry my pace.

Hail to you, Hermes, swift-footed and free,

Guide of the roads and the hollers to me!

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"Mousa, sing of Hermes, the son of Zeus and Maia, lord of Kyllene and Arkadia rich in flocks, the luck-bringing, messenger of the gods whom Maia bare, the rich-tressed Nymphe, when she was joined in love with Zeus . . .

Zeus commanded that glorious Hermes should be lord over all birds of omen and grim-eyed lions, and boars with gleaming tusks, and over dogs and all flocks that the wide earth nourishes, and over all sheep; also that he only should be the appointed messenger to Hades, who, though he takes no gift, shall give him no mean prize . . .

He consorts with all mortals and immortals: a little he profits, but continually throughout the dark night he cozens the tribes of mortal men. And so, farewell, Son of Zeus and Maia; but I will remember you and another song also."

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"I sing of Hermes Kyllenios, Argeiphontes , lord of Kyllene and Arkadia rich in flocks, luck-bringing messenger of the deathless gods. He was born of Maia, the daughter of Atlas, when she had made with Zeus,--a shy goddess she. Ever she avoided the throng of the blessed gods and lived in a shadowy cave, and there Kronion used to lie with the rich-tressed Nymphe at dead of night, while white-armed Hera lay bound in sweet sleep: and neither deathless god nor mortal man knew it. And so hail to you, Son of Zeus and Maia; with you I have begun: now I will turn to another song! Hail, Hermes, giver of grace, guide, and giver of good things!"

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"To Hermes, Fumigation from Frankincense. Hermes, draw near, and to my prayer incline, messenger of Zeus, and Maia's son divine; prefect of contests, ruler of mankind, with heart almighty, and a prudent mind. Celestial messenger of various skill, whose powerful arts could watchful Argos kill. With winged feet 'tis thine through air to course, O friend of man, and prophet of discourse; great life-supporter, to rejoice is thine in arts gymnastic, and in fraud divine. With power endued all language to explain, of care the loosener, and the source of gain. Whose hand contains of blameless peace the rod, Korykion, blessed, profitable God. Of various speech, whose aid in works we find, and in necessities to mortal kind. Dire weapon of the tongue, which men revere, be present, Hermes, and thy suppliant hear; assist my works, conclude my life with peace, give graceful speech, and memory's increase."

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"To Hermes Khthonios , Fumigation from Storax. Hermes, I call, whom fate decrees to dwell near to Kokytos, the famed stream of Haides, and in necessity's dread path, whose bourn to none that reach it ever permits return. O Bakkheios Hermes, progeny divine of Dionysos, parent of the vine, and of celestial Aphrodite, Paphian queen, dark-eyelashed Goddess, of a lovely mien: who constant wanderest through the sacred seats where Haides' dread empress, Persephone, retreats; to wretched souls the leader of the way, when fate decrees, to regions void of day. Thine is the wand which causes sleep to fly, or lulls to slumberous rest the weary eye; for Persephone, through Tartaros dark and wide, gave thee for ever flowing souls to guide. Come, blessed power, the sacrifice attend, and grant thy mystics' works a happy end."

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