Sons and Sybils

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

In ancient Delphi when the world was new 
and Apollo’s sun filled the morning air
soul wisdom was sought from a sybil’s pew 

in the tomb, the cave, the dead python’s lair.
Fair maids became the oracles and stayed  
decades of service they sacrificed  there.

Upon an altar of mystery laid
vestal virgins possessed, all fallen brides
oh, breath deep fair maidens, give us your aid.

From deep within, without sin or pride                  
the gift of knowledge without thought of gain
as you commune let loose the sacred tide

'til the ends of time protect this domain
for the son, our God, will be renamed.