A Song to Pan
Oh Pan, My Pan, my IO PAN
My faunish satyr woodland lover
my innocent savage beast and brother
my father my mother my sister and other
my God my ally my enemy.
Oh though satyr satan flesh
thy panish prick which art uplifted
bring me to thy word and work
reach my soul and part my sin
my God upon my lips
with all your light upon my tongue
Let me praise the Lord.
Let my fall upon my knees
let me close my eyes and trust in him
let me feel his holy spirit
well deep within me
let me feel his holy arms
wrap me around to protect me
as the pain and blood and heat of love
entangle my body and enflame my mind
my God, why have you forsaken me?
Oh my lord, IO PAN
Your spirit swells within me
my heart now beats as yours
Your hooven spirit flows and pulses
our bodies are wrecked
our spirits are gone.
We have achieved completion.