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 upheld by countless hands,
We rise.

When night gathers its armies of doubt,
They answer with constellations.
When sorrow builds its walls of stone,
They answer with thunder and dawn.

Many are their names.
Many are their faces.
Many the thrones in heaven’s wide circle—
Yet harmony binds them brighter than gold.

Storm and sunrise.
Hammer and olive branch.
Hearth-fire steady and battlefield cry.
Moonlit whisper and solar blaze.

Cosmic Glory!
The galaxies bend in their turning.
The ages kneel in their passing.
Time itself sings beneath their feet.

Praise be the Holy Mother—
Flame at the center of all becoming.
Praise be the Eternal Fire—
Source of warmth in mortal bones.
Praise be the Hearth—
Where wandering souls remember home.

Praise be every sacred Name—
Spoken in desert wind,
In ocean roar,
In temple hymn,
In forest hush.

Crowned in stars, the Deathless Ones walk the heavens.
Robed in radiance, they move through storm and bloom alike.
They lift the fallen.
They fortify the trembling.
They crown the brave with courage.

Not distant.
Not dim.
But blazing near—
In wind and wave,
In breath and blood,
In every spark of defiant hope.

We bow—not in terror,
But in awe.
Not in despair,
But in fierce delight.

For their might does not crush—
It upholds.
Their glory does not consume—
It illumines.

Glory to the Immortals!
Glory to the thrones of flame!
Glory to the circle of shining Powers,
Whose splendor sustains the worlds!

Let the heavens resound.
Let the oceans answer.
Let mortal hearts become living stars.

Cosmic Glory—
Now and forever.