Now I don't have a devotional relationship with Pan, so in a case like this, I first had to think long and hard about whether or not I could do it. Once I determined that I could, there is a specific process that I follow. I sit with the need to write a prayer, pray to that Deity, make offerings and let things percolate. I read up on the Deity in question. Then, when everything feels like it has come together in my heart and head, I"ll sit down, again pray, and begin to write. Sometimes the prayers will come piecemeal, sometimes (as with this one here), they come all at once in a rushing flood. I'll write the prayer, give thanks (usually with my own extempore prayers and offerings) and send the finished product off. In this case, I also petitioned Hermes to help me do this well.
N.K. was very pleased with it and with her permission, I"m sharing it here. Pan is a magnificent God. He's not one of my Deities, but He's amazing. It was an honor to do this. May He always be praised.
Daily Prayer of Praise to Pan
I wake in the morning and I praise You.
When I open my door and greet the world
and taste the warmth of the sun,
the chill of the air,
the smell of place and powers
I whisper Your name in my heart.
In the depths of my spirit, I run with you
through all those places rustic and raw
that are Yours to name and call home.
I greet you with joy,
fierce and terrifying in Your power
I seek You out.
As I move through my day,
ever and always may it be so:
It is You rhythms that guide me,
the sweetness of your pipes
the pounding beat of Your desires,
and I cherish the fire and lust,
the sensuality and unfettered heat
that is Your gift too.
I wish to loose it well upon my world,
without fear, shame, or hesitation.
For You, I will celebrate my passions.
Wild son of Hermes,
(most proud of His mighty child)
Aegipan, Sybarios, Aegocerus,
You have many names
and I shall seek those out as well,
even as I seek to gnaw upon Your blessings.
You are friend to Dionysos,
who delights in Your wild heart,
Lover to Selene,
Who forgave You your trickery
to win Her affections.
You taught Apollo prophecy
and Artemis the ways of the hunt.
I am no immortal,
only one whose heart is devoted to You.
May I always be open to those things
You will teach me too.
You, fierce Lord of Arcadia
worshipped in groves and grottoes,
fields, and springs, and the highest of mountains,
Father of many fine sons,
teacher of many fine secrets,
I have many names too.
Help me find them all
in the fortress of my heart.
These things I give to You today,
and my love, devotion,
and every single ounce of satisfaction in living.
This is how i shall praise You.
This is how I shall reverence Your name.
My gift to You is my wildness
and we will explore its depths together
each and every day of my life,
for You, gifted in prophecy as You are
know that my heart is constant
and my passions deeply flowing
all for You.
Each night when I again seek my rest,
may it be in the satisfaction of knowing
that each days work, each day of living
has unfolded contained within
my devotion to You.
I praise You, Pan,
Who entices us to the sacred,
Who whispers of beauty
and the sweetness of lust
Who inspires the artist,
Who inspires the poet
Who terrifies His foes
with a screeching scream of unmaking
Who rose with Zeus to drive back the Titans,
swift and dextrous in animal form,
haunting and fierce as a man,
Always and ever,
Pan, I adore You,
and I ask Your blessings.