To Eleos

I pray to Eleos, sweet spirit of mercy,
daughter of Nyx who rules the star-strewn night
and Erebos, great one whose gift it is
to wrap us in the comfort of the dark.
Eleos, so long ago your altar stood
in Athens’ marketplace, amid the temples
and assemblies, where all could see your name,
recall your goodness and your might. Eleos,
compassionate goddess, friend of the needy
and the poor, the supplicant and the refugee;
Eleos, protector of the wretched,
provider of sanctuary, I pray to you.

To Bia

Bia, O goddess whose might is well known,
whose calling it is to stand guard at the throne
of thundering Zeus, I offer you my praise.
O able daughter of battle-wise Pallas
and Styx in whose name great oaths are sworn,
sister of Nike, granter of victory,
with whom you share your holy station,
broad-winged one whose will is unmatched,
whose power compels the strongest to bend,
yours is the strength to stand against any,
yours is the irresistible force. Bia,
unyielding one, grant me your gift of fortitude.