In the forest clearing
In the urban warehouse
In the suburban living room
The Bakkhants meet
They pour out water and wine for the land, for the dead
And they call Them in
Monthly Archives: April 2019
A Hymn to Hestios
I call to Dionysos Hestios, Host of the Revel
He of the furious dance and clearing cry
“Euhoi!” rings through the wild places, his voice
Burning away miasma, calling in the Mad Ones
The tracks of his feet mark the sacred boundary
His thrysos holds the center ‘round which all spin
Between these two none need bear burden or fetter
Such is the hospitality of Hestios
I call to Dionysos Hestios, Provider of the Feast
He of the booming laugh and round belly
Dark vine-twined hair spread wide
Tumbling down the back of his couch
Wine-jars overflowing, cups never empty
Tables laden with every delicious thing
There are none who hunger or thirst at His feast
Such is the hospitality of Hestios
Hestios! Hestios! Kyrie Hestios!
Thanks be to the god for the place in which we meet!
Thanks be to the god for the feast in which we partake!
Such is the hospitality of Dionysos Hestios!
