Poseidon Soter, I lift your honors to the heavens this day!
Savior of sailors and fishermen who live and die on the seas,
seeking their fortune in your bounty,
each trip a miracle as you turn them again homewards
rather than towards grim Haides’ gates.
Storms without and storms within:
you shield me from forces beyond my ken.
Lift me up, as you have so many times before,
up and out of the swirling depths of madness,
into your glittering realm of beauty and hope.
You, who could cast me aside with nary a thought,
choose instead the savior’s role.
When the dark depths beckon,
you bring buoyancy of spirit
and smooth sailing to the next shore.
Praised be you, savior mine,