Thanksgiving

My heart beats and I draw breath
only so that I may praise you
Dionysos, bringer of increase and giver of many joys,
you who have set me free and driven me mad
into the wild places far from home
where the forest delights in the rhythm of our dancing feet
and the thunder of dithyrambic verse poured out for you
like wine spilled on a lovely turf altar,
like fragrant clouds of incense rising up to heaven.
I will never tire of this worship
or turn my face away from yours,
so long as there is life left in my limbs,
for you are the source of life
and all the good things in it
- a fact which even blind Tieresias could clearly see.