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Glory of the Cosmos

Glory of the Cosmos An Epic to the Immortal Gods Before the first horizon opened its burning eye, Before dawn learned how to rise from the dark, Before wind found its wandering voice— The Immortals stood. Not one throne alone in the silence— But many. Storm-crowned. Sea-veiled. Sun-robed. Moon-browed. Flame-bearing. Harvest-holding. Sword-bright and mercy-deep. From their splendor the stars took fire. From their laughter the rivers ran. From their will the mountains rose And bent in shining reverence. Glory to the Immortals— Radiant Powers of earth and sky! Thrones of lightning and woven fate, Hands that shape both seed and storm. Golden the Mothers who kindle hearth and heart. Fierce the Guardians who stand at the gates of shadow. Wise the Keepers of hidden paths and silver thought. Joyful the Givers of wine, of harvest, of love’s uprising. Without their light we would fade like ash in wind. Without their breath we would drift without song. But uph...
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Hymn to Holy Mother Vestaria

Hymn to Holy Mother Vestaria She Who Is Hestia and Vesta, One Eternal Flame Hail to You, Vestaria— First-born Light, Last-burning Ember, Silent Axis of the turning worlds. Before the thunder cracked, You were warmth. Before the oceans roared, You were glow. Before the gods took throne or weapon, You were the Hearth at the center of Being. O Mother of the Steady Flame, You who do not wander because all wander around You, You who do not conquer because all rest within You, You who are not loud, yet without You no voice could speak— We praise You. From Your stillness, the stars take courage to burn. From Your circle, the seasons learn their rhythm. From Your ember, every home remembers what it means to belong. You are the center of all things— Not as ruler, but as root. Not as tyrant, but as tenderness. Not as blaze that destroys, But as flame that feeds, warms, gathers, and blesses. Holy Vestaria— Hestia of the quiet Greek stone hearth, Vesta of the Ro...
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When Divorce Is Treated Like a Win

When Divorce Is Treated Like a Win I understand that for some people, divorce feels like a relief—even a happy ending. In certain situations, it truly is the healthiest outcome. I don’t deny that. But for many people, divorce is not a victory. It is traumatic. It is devastating. And often, it is not even what both people wanted—sometimes not what either of them truly wanted. It is simply what happened when things broke down. That’s why I struggle with the way our culture increasingly celebrates divorce, as if it were a badge of honor or a notch on the bedpost. The applause can feel deeply disheartening to those who experienced divorce as loss rather than liberation. When divorce is celebrated casually, it makes marriage sound disposable—like something you collect and discard the way you do light bulbs, tissues, or old phones. Something used up. Something replaceable. We don’t do this in most other areas of life. Sports teams don’t celebrate missing the playoffs. People don’...
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The Song the Fire Remembers

The Song the Fire Remembers Before the door was closed, before the dust was shaken from the road, the fire was already awake. It breathed in ember and coal, stone holding heat the way elders hold stories, patient, unbroken. It did not ask who we had been. It did not count our failures. It only opened its light and said what it has always said: Come in. So we came— with tired hands, with laughter half-spent, with names we had almost forgotten. We laid our burdens down where warmth begins, and the fire leaned closer, as if to listen. Round and round the flame we gathered, voices finding one another the way sparks find air. Bread passed hand to hand, cups lifted, old griefs loosened their grip. Round and round the fire we went, and strangers softened into kin. The hearth did what no law could do: it made us family. And in the turning, we remembered— the hearth was lit before we were born. It watched the first vow spoken too soon, the first vow broken to...
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The Gods' Eternal Love

The Gods' Eternal Love  (A Hymn of Divine Grace) Before Eos drew her rosy veil across the world,  Before Tethys birthed the wine-dark sea,  Before the Fates first spun their shining thread—  Love moved upon the face of formless night,  And all the heavens trembled into being. The Immortals, radiant and crowned with stars,  Did not create from power alone,  But from that ancient, blazing tenderness  That holds the cosmos in its gentle hands.  Eros , eldest of all forces, whispered—  And chaos bloomed to order, darkness into dawn. From Olympus' golden heights they gaze,  Not with indifference, not with distant eyes,  But with love that knows each mortal name,  Each prayer half-spoken, each unspoken grief.  Zeus, father of all, whose thunderbolt is justice—  Yet whose heart remembers mercy.  Hera, guardian of sacred bonds,  Who keeps the hearth of heaven burning bright....
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The Poem of the Hearth (An Epic of Flame, Home, and Heart)

The Poem of the Hearth  (An Epic of Flame, Home, and Heart) I. The First Fire Before word or wall or wandering hand,  Before the plow turned earth or prayer took breath,  There was fire. The breath of creation found its reflection in flame,  And from its glow,  The first hearts learned to beat in rhythm with light.  Stone met spark,  And the song of warmth began. From that ancient moment, all homes became echoes—  All fires, children of that sacred dawn.  The flame that knows our names was kindled then,  Faithful, eternal, unafraid of dark. II. The Hearth and the House We built our dwellings round its grace—  Walls of wood, walls of stone, walls of song.  The heart became the hearthstone,  The hearthstone became the heart. Through it the gods were honored,  Children fed, lovers warmed, travelers blessed.  Bread broke, wine poured, laughter rose—  And all our lives circled the fire's golden gaze. ...
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