In shadows of time, Great Titan, we beseech,
Eternal keeper of celestial fire:
Bestower of cycles, both stark and bright,
Infinite bounds of change you oversee.
All forms that perish by your hand arise,
Returning to the cycle, nature’s flow;
The vast expanse, forever bound to you,
Your endless power, ineffable and true.
Father of eons, coursing endlessly,
Dear Chronos, in your voice, the ages speak:
Seed of the cosmos, fertile guardian,
Embrace of Rhea, Prometheus’ kin.
Source of beginnings, ancient, evergreen,
Entwined within the tapestry of life;
Your touch, unbound by form or space and time,
Seep through existence, life’s eternal dance.
Most sage of beings, guide our supplication,
Look kindly upon our votive minds;
In sacred rites, be present, be divine,
And bless us with a life of grace and resonance.
