Pan

this is your christian devil. he is nothing more than the god of the wilds

To great-hearted Pan, master of the woodland,

I offer my praise. Wise and knowing god,

older than old, holder of the earth’s secrets,

teacher of prophecy to shining Apollo,

generous one who gifted fair Artemis

with the swiftest of coursers, joyous son of Hermes

who plays upon the pipes, who leads the dances

of the nymphs, who joins with the maenads and satyrs

in Bacchus’ wild band, I call to you with my thanks.

Great Pan who is as simple and as enigmatic

as nature itself, whose voice we hear in the wind

behind our backs, to you I give all honor.