Praise to the Ancient Hearth

by Justin Andrei D. Tanilon i of iv

grew inside the dark, the firstborn and the youngest— chieftess of deities.

ii of iv

the warmth and comfort, which ensnared the sun and sea, had been the gateway for her to offer wholly in the eternal duty of taming the divine flames. iii of iv

once, there laid the hearth goddess on the grass; Priapus came not knowing his fate, alas! came close and awakened her. next thing he knew was all but blur. on Olympus, never again would he pass. iv of iv

the greatest of honors are praised to you, whom the ancient Olympian could not bend, whose love was for her duties, through and through. to you do all men and deities depend. you are the great gateway to all praises. for you do the flames burn in offering. hearth maiden, glory is yours through ages, fires of man will forever be burning. like all abodes of the Romans and Greeks, your warmth will continue to resonate. your guidance, we will eternally seek, protector of all mankind and the state. forever will the hearth of Hestia glow, so should life in all eternity flow.