Pan

Pan of the mountain peaks, Pan of the wilderness,

Pan who plays upon the pipes so sweetly, who dances

with the merry-hearted nymphs. Goat-footed god,

companion of the satyrs who take such joy in wine

and earthly pleasures, father of the wise Silenus

who took such care of deep-hearted Dionysos,

son of clever Hermes who took such pride in you,

his laughing, joyful child. In all the far-flung lands

there is none such as you, O Pan; stalker of beasts,

watcher of flocks, friend of the shepherd, friend

of the hunter, friend of those who find insight

and meaning in field and wood, who find beauty

and comfort in the rustic and the wild. Pan,

granter of instinct, I praise and honor you.

Reviews

[Solilokiss]

This is wonderful. Just yesterday, I was watching a documentary and they discussed Pan. I had not heard much of him before. And here he is again today. I enjoyed the read, and seeing him from your eyes. Keep up the good work!

[Angel]

Pan is one of those gods I don't know too much about. However, as a child I did love to roam the woods and fields...so, for the joy I found there when I was a lonely little girl, I thank him.