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Invocation from Healing Of Asklepios which is fourth tale in the first volume of the epic Hermead. Healing with medicine to revive health, sing, Muse Euterpe, playing Aulos flute to weave haunting melody of timeless dream, tale of Asklepios son of Apollon who brewed medicine to heal damaged souls and bring spirits back from mute dreamless death by tending sick and wounded in large hall where they bathe clean, rest, and drink vital potions, so people avoid descending to gloom of Haides till time is right for release that we may accomplish our cherished dreams and live after death in memory of songs, so she stands in Museum hall and sings. Son of Apollon and Koronis, Asklepios was born in Trikala in Thessalia, around 480 years before first Olympiad, and died age 60 near Ilion in Teukria, living 250 to 310 years after reign of Athena. Gold afternoon light gleams on Litheos Stream through laced branches of Daphne trees that drop bright yellow leaves on languid rippling waves, which flow past young boy crouched on wet grass shore, who stares at shimmering shape of his thin face reflected from dark depths where blue fish glide. "How strange that every boy and girl I meet, and bird and beast that breathes and walks this world, receives love from mother who wove their soul, and thrives in nourishing light of her eyes, brightened by attention of her kind heart, like flowers that bloom when sun kisses petals, yet I wither pale, and languish unloved by mother who molded my flesh and soul. No sweet mother ever smiled or embraced my aching heart to soothe sorrows of pain that sear my soul, deep invisible wounds, or nourished me with honey and pure milk to heal hurts from harsh fists and cutting words, or taught me how to sing my dreams in words so other people may well understand teeming surges of emotion that drive my steps beyond cave of warm crackling fire. I seek my mother and her loving smile, following voice of her ghost in my dreams, and hope I see her face in shadowed woods, and wish I hear her voice in song of birds, but always return sad from fruitless quest.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 01:47:55 +0000

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