Monday, February 23, 2015

Raising the Wind

In the sombre woods of ancient Dodona
Was a Dorian temple by expert hand built,
No other in this world could compare to its beauty,
Surrounded by statues of silver and gilt.
Laden with gifts appeared kings from afar
To honour the priestess, her speech divining,
Like hermits they huddled in fasting and prayer
Awaiting their fate, outside they were pining.
But fate and the future have eyes unbound,
And lots when cast can quickly turn round,
A word is enough, if sent from the heavens...
How many thrones have been toppled and tossed,
And how many leaders' minds have been lost
For failing to heed that old woman's words.
- Aleksander Stavre Drenova, "The Oracle of Dodona"
Sacred Oak, Dodona

The sound of the rustling leaves of the sacred oak delivered Zeus' messages at the Dodona oracle.

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