It ends

It ends in the light once the last bull has run through the gates of the ring where the killing is done. Great Poseidon, we mourn! Sacred beasts, all mistreated have been dispatched from this realm in the end, all defeated. We remember the light and soul in their eyes and the unanswered question we

Not knowing

A massive search is ongoing off the eastern seaboard of the United States for two teen boys, experienced boaters, who have been lost at sea.  Drownings tend to affect me in a deep place, which is why one of the unpublished hymns in Depth of Praise was inspired by the massive loss of migrants in

Poseidon Psychopompos

King Poseidon, the endless seas and all beneath are your domain. Nurturing one, the cycle of life is in your hands with which you hold the Earth you protect. Watcher from the depths, keeper of the tides, you bear the secrets of the dark places. I sing to you, Poseidon Psychyopompos, who takes the sailors