You who make us most human, who grant us
power to reason, to recall, predict
and anticipate, who can enchant us
with your sacred spring, charge us with edicts
to portray gods through arts’ divine spirit:
Guide us with eternal light. Civilize
our sight and tongues. Though our hearts may fear it,
describe your nine nights of passion, dark skies
Zeus exploded with lightning as he’d thrust
his loins to yours. Describe your pain and joy
with bearing wise Calliope. Entrust
us with Erato’s lyre. Help us employ
Clio’s honored scroll, each Muse’s insight.
Bless us with glints of their creative might.
Roger Armbrust
November 30, 2012
