Celeus of the mysteries, subtle and profound,
great god of whom we know but little, your name
lay hidden in the earth, unspoken and unheard,
as generations lived and died, as empires rose
and perished. Upon your fair fields blood was shed,
wars were waged and battles won and lost; the ground
was torn, the crops uprooted, holy groves were burned
and broken, but never did you leave your lands,
never did your secrets fade, never did
your wisdom fail. Celeus who knows much,
whose ways we find in the forest and the stone,
Celeus of ancient insight, I honor you.