G in “dignity and power”

Proclus

In the order of my body, my lips in your language

Speak, dignity, and power ‘neath the canopy of gods

To keep form, tho not noble born, in valour and honour

Humility and strength from rough living drawn

The animistic, an intelligible gift, in soil mixed, to say

Your name, rocks of gods rise in a palm tree’s spirit

I see thee, matter into soul, my heart-body flows

A better person to be, to want to reach thee

Domme morrigan, beneath your celestial canopy

My body seeks thy intelligible company, goddess