These are a few of the prayers contained within the church of Silvanus' library. The collective works of the library are known as Silvanlore and they touch on many aspects of nature, the weather, and the sea.
The actual divine scriptures of Silvanus are available separately.
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The Prayer of the Hunt rune glows beneath your fingers, and Torm the Hierophant of Silvanus appears in prayer before your eyes... |
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The Lord of the Hunt guide my hand, as I engage in the timeless dance of hunter and prey. Under waxing moon, I run through the forests of my birth, the wind through my hair, the land beneath my feet, and always the prey before me. The ancient dance progresses, flight and pursuit, life and death, hunter and prey. The dance ends, with libations of blood. the sacrifice made, only to begin again. The prey is martyred, that the tribe may live, and in time, when under waxen moon the Dance is again engaged. hunter will become prey, libation of blood, my sacrifice made, for my progeny's sake, that the land will remain. |
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The Lord of the Wilds prayer rune sparks at your touch, and Nuncio the Pathfinder appears in contemplation before you... |
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Breath of all Wind, May Your realms persevere and prosper. Spring of all Water, May we be borne safely across their breadth. Lord of the Wilds, May we serve Thee, as one with Your will. |
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As your hands near The Pattern rune, Rinada the respected Bishop of Silvanus appears in prayer before you... |
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As I looked at the world Through the raindrop in my eye I suddenly saw the pattern clearly the ways of the dove the ways of the wolf the ways of the cobweb the ways of the seed The ways of me Let the hunter become the hunted The prey give blood to the soil Let me be a vessel of my Lord A harbinger of rain A hunter, unlimited breath A heartbeat that never comes to rest Life and death, day and night Summer and winter, creation and destruction Water for my roots Give me strength to tear down the walls That suffocate me Let the cycle be undisturbed |
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The rune of Nature's Beauty flitters and Thalia the Ecologue Nightingale speaks these words... |
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When I'm in the great outdoors I can feel the strength of Silvanus under my feet and touch it in the world around me, the trees, plants and creatures of our land. I feel the wind caressing me and the clouds shading me and know our Great Lord is there. I see the beauty of even the smallest of his creations, a tiny spider with dew glistening on its web or a single leaf falling from a tree and I'm in awe. |
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Arrgruff the Ranger offers this prayer from the rune of My Temple... |
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I pray by the river, I am praying in Your temple. I give thanks on the open seas, I am giving thanks in Your temple. I worship in the forest, I am worshipping in Your temple. My body is felled and I rejoin the cycle, giving my body back the soil, I am giving my body back to Your temple. I stand on a mountain's top and survey the land, I am standing at the peak of Your temple. I am looking across the wilderness,the sea, the stormy skies of Your temple. You are my Lord Silvanus, and each step I take in the natural world is a step taken in Your temple. |
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From the rune of Your Blessings springs Ganthrol Dirk with this prayer... |
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Lord Silvanus, I awaken each day glad to be Your follower. The words and writings you give forth are what govern me, define me, and give me life. Lord Silvanus, I am humbled to view the wonderous blessings you bestow. Yours is a large and glorious dominion. From the earth which brings forth the plants. From the plants which sustain the animals. From the animals which sustain other animals and mortals. And from the death of plants, animals and mortals the cycle continues. Lord Silvanus, if You can create such beautiful like a rainbow on land, I can only dream of what lies beneath the surface of the seas. Lord Silvanus, I pray that I have what it takes to be the servant of Your word. I pray that my humble assistance to Your cause is enough to help others understand You. |
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Seridia the devoted worshiper forms before you with these exceptional and enlightening words of prayer... |
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"I think..th' best thing..is'at.. ever'thin in Nature is important..down t' th' last tree...th' last ant. Th' cycle won' work if even one part is missin. I think'at's th' important thing t'me..cause when I was born..we wasn' important at all...an' I was raised.. taught'at I didn' matter but Silvanus....'e say EVER'THIN is important.. 'at without one small piece.. th' puzzle ain' complete." |
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As the rune of Presence lights, Marizium appears with the following prayer... |
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Oh Great Lord your presence is with me every day of my life. You wake me each morning with a gentle morning breeze. You inspire and delight me at the wonders I behold. From the dancing sunbeams on the crest of a wave to the constant chatter of your simple woodland beasts. You provide me with shelter and food to eat. I know you shall protect me while I sleep, beneath the canopy of your beloved forest. |
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From the Source rune Caelia the respected Bishop of Silvanus prays... |
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Who created the heavens and stretched them out? Most know the answer to this. Many answer it in different ways because of their personal beliefs. Who spread out the earth and its offspring, again for each of us we chose to have faith in our own beliefs? Who gives breath to the people on it, and spirit to those who walk in it? There can be only one answer to this ... My Lord Silvanus! The breath appears to be a trifling matter, and the air an impalpable substance of but small importance, yet, once withdrawn, the body loses all vitality, and crumbles back to earth from which it was originally taken. All animals come under this law, and even the dwellers in the sea are not exempt from it. Thus dependent is all nature upon the will of Silvanus! In winter the earth falls into a sleep which makes her appear worn and old, but how readily does Silvanus awaken her with the voice of spring, and make her put on anew the beauty of her youth? Silvanus and Erosia, doest all things, and let glory be unto Their names. |
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The Raindrop rune comes to life at your touch and the devoute Rainekins appears before you, face raised to the sky in prayer... |
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Today I feel like the soft touch of a raindrop on a pedal. Life to the pedal you are to me. The taste of the raindrop is like the knowledge you impart on us. Lord there is too much I can thank you for, that I cannot do it in a single prayer. So much I ish to do, that it cannot be done in a single year. What I wish to do shall take many prayers years raindrops or even a rainstorm of devotion. |