Dark Prayers

I choose my words carefully.

It is my very nature to do so. Words have meaning. Words have power. I may not mean it all in a dictionary definition literal way, but I do mean it all. I exaggerate with purpose. I know when to be detailed and when to be vague. I slip the sounds around each other in order to weave the words because tales must be told.

I choose my words so very carefully when I pray to You.

I call Your names to show You respect and hospitality. I know You are so much more than any human could be, and even we have many roles, wear many masks, go through many changes and transitions. I cannot know all of who and what You are. I call the names I do know in order to welcome as much of You as I can.

I pour myself out to You. I must pay attention to my words, even as I am lost in the flood, because I must be as honest as I possibly can be. If I am not honest, that's a little trickle of what I won't miss. That is not sacrifice. That is not a worthy offering. I give so that You may give so that I may give again. And so I must open myself to the truth so that I can give it all to You.

And Your blessings flow!

Your torches burn! Your keys unlock the gates! The Storm forms! Oh, Dark Mother! I praise you! Mighty Mistress Hekate!

Έκάτη! Έκάτη! Έκάτη!

With all I have read, all I have experienced, all I have learned, all I comprehend, all I know...I still couldn't expect what You have given. I am both humbled and empowered. I am grateful. I am in awe.