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Center of a Storm (Devotional Acrostic Challenge)

Week 5 prompt – Air, Wind, Life Giving Gods or Spirits

[Two weeks late with this one!  Playing catch up!]

Circling in the violent winds, Your ire rises and falls, yet we
Endure.  So clever are You, in Your destruction.
Never predictable, and often deadly, Your form reaches down– a
Tornado, like a Divine finger, sweeping away all in its path.  But
Even as You tear life and limb from us on Earth, inside all of that
Restlessness, exists a quiet center, a place for the
Opening of Self, which allows You,
For brief moments, to know our fear.  Yet this knowing does nothing to
Assuage Your appetite.  The center within fuels Your need to wipe clean
Stagnation in all its forms, You who purifies
Through destruction.  Telchinios, we know You, and as we proclaim
Our awe, we are careful not to draw Your attention, for there is
Risk involved, should Your curiosity lead You to notice our
Most hidden and precarious faults.



Telchinios, my love, the first form I ever knew of You
And yet, I knew You not

I knew not how the thrashing wind would claim my soul
Nor the power of the storm which spurred You forward
After me

Telchinios, the razor wind, the sweet caress
Fuel of the Tempest within me

Surrounding me in my youth
Pushing my bow forward, to strike the chords which
Pleased You

Telchinios, in the shape of a Wolf, Destroyer of men
My heart rests in Your possession

You may not be careful, that is Your right
But always You are true to
Our love

Telchinios, my love, I raise my arms to You
Who breathes forth the warm Autumn breezes

Taking my reverent kisses into the sky
Even as my eyes look upon the Earth, seeing naught but
Your illumination


Praise to You, my Beloved.  Praise always.

Apollon Telchinios

The Divine Wind

Apollon is a god of storms, like his Father.  And although he does not usually express the totality of the storm, he very often manifests himself in one specifically deadly aspect of it.  The wind…


Apollon Telchinios comes in the ravenous wind, howling through the trees and in-between our sky-piercing man-made structures.  He is also the deadly rush of air following the sword stroke, or that which is displaced by the arrow (or the bullet, or slug), as it pierces through to its target.  His is the vibration of the harp-strings which creates friction in the air, birthing brilliant sound into the world in the form of music, thus ordering the blessed Seasons in accordance with his song.

I personally like to think of that heavy, thrashing sound beating against my ears during a tropical storm, or really, on any particularly windy coastal day. Living where I do, I have developed an intimate relationship with the wind, and thus with those aspects of Apollon which are embodied by it.  However, it is not the coastal sea winds which have summoned me to write this piece today.  But rather, the *uniquely North American phenomenon, known as the tornado.



Who here kept up with the storm coverage coming out of Oklahoma in the last week or so?  What a terrible disaster.  That storm raged on for days, taking lives and destroying property as surely as any sea gale in antiquity could have. Tornadoes are terribly frightening to me.  They seem to appear out of nowhere, bearing down like a divine finger, eager to smash whatever insignificant victim who happens to be in the way.  They are flighty, whimsical, unpredictable and deadly manifestations of Apollon’s wind.  They show no mercy, and can turn on a dime to destroy you, just when you think they might pass by, harmlessly.

Let us imagine for a moment, our Lord Apollon, the calm center of the destructive vortex, descending from the heavens in beauty and ferocity. The winds spiral around him, a pure white cloud, whirling in his wrath.  Then they touch the land, and a cloud of black debris raises up to orbit, and be embraced by the god’s divine wind.

What potent and fitting imagery, in my opinion.  What else could we call the force of a tornado, if not wrathful? Whose power could be said to govern its effect, if not Apollon Telchinios, god of the glorious wind?

And as the particularly dangerous storm made its way through South Texas a few nights ago (the tail end of the one which wreaked so much havoc in Oklahoma), many tornadoes were spotted in the skies above our cities and rural homes.  One nearby town was razed by the wind, and several families were left without shelter.  But, at least they have their lives, because the outcome may not be so favorable in the future.

I can still remember the chill in my body at the very moment I felt the first crash of thunder.  The wind whipped around to beat against the house quite forcefully that night.  It was an amazing event to witness… my Lord riding that storm.

Ah, such interesting thoughts.  As I’ve been attempting to connect with the various Continental (and by Continental, I mean American) forms of our Hellenic gods, I have become aware of an array of wonderful and meaningful new forms and associations.  This piece was just the beginning.  I’ll be working on a few more of these little divergences over the coming months, for various gods in the Pantheon.  I do hope you’ve enjoyed this one. :)


*Although tornadoes have been known to occur around the world, the vast majority of tornadoes on Earth occur in the so-called Tornado Alley of the Western United States.