A hymn to Lenus Mars

Dark boughs in raging flurries are tossed
in the holy grove of Lenus Ares.
Stout, strong, their lofty limbs do not break
but, undaunted, battle on for life and glory.
Quick-flowing water rushes from the spring
and its music sounds a joyful reveille.
Woodpeckers beat out marches and alarms
that do echo from the temple porticoes.
Hounds prowl about at perimeter posts
while their pups amuse the invalids.
You, Lenus, I invoke in the hour
when, beset by foes, my courage wavers:
you, Lenus Mars, excite and restore
my élan for combat. Yours is the sword
that, unfailing, strikes out to guard the weak;
no foe can stand against the barrage
of your dazzling spear, O stout defender.
Just god, I thank you humbly for your care.
Now I proffer wine and incense gladly;
these gifts cannot requite all I owe,
but I offer them up with heartfelt praise.

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About DeoMercurio

I’m a Gaulish polytheist, now back living in lands ceded by the Council of Three Fires after several years’ sojourn in Anatolia and in the land of the Senecas, with frequent travels to Gaul along the way. My grandfather’s family came from the area around Trier, and I identify closely with the Treveri in my religious practice.
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2 Responses to A hymn to Lenus Mars

  1. Very nice!

    Happy calendrical New Year!

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