Hellenic Polytheism is largely intact, the only challenge is collecting and compiling religious practices. Remember the structure for Hellenismos worship:

0. Purification by washing your hands.

1. Recite hymn to attract the god.

2. Speak your prayer.

3. Make an offering to the god (such as a libation or burning incense) though if you’re only praising a god through your prayer there’s no need to make any offerings.

Athena

“It is the custom for me

To summon hither to the dance

Pallas the chorus-loving,

The unyoked virgin maiden,

Who alone possesses

Our city and manifest power,

And is called the Key-Holder.

Appear, o you who hate tyrants,

Just as is fitting; the community

Of women is calling you.

May you come to me

Bringing with you Peace,”

-Aristophanes, Thesmophoriazousae

Poseidon

“Son of Kronos, Lord Poseidon, this our proudest is from thee

The strong horses, the young horses, the dominion of the sea.

First on Attic roads thy bridle tamed the steed for evermore;

And well swings at sea, a wonder in the rower’s hand, the oar

Bounding after all the hundred Nereid feet that fly before”

-oedipus at colonus

Zeus

“Zeus: whatever he may be, if this name

pleases him in invocation,

thus I call upon him.

I have pondered everything

yet I cannot find a way,

only Zeus, to cast this dead weight of ignorance

finally from out my brain.

He who in time long ago was great,

throbbing with gigantic strength,

shall be as if he never were, unspoken.

He who followed him has found

his master, and is gone.

Cry aloud without fear the victory of Zeus,

you will not have failed the truth:

Zeus, who guided men to think,

who has laid it down that wisdom

comes alone through suffering.

Still there drips in sleep against the heart

grief of memory; against

our pleasure we are temperate

From the gods who sit in grandeur

grace comes somehow violent.”

-aeschylus, agamemnon

Invocation to multiple gods

“Priestess Earth the first prophetess I worship first Then Themis who

succeeding as by right After her mother filled th oracular throne So

the tradition runs and uncompelled Resigned it freely to her successor

In order third another child of Earth Titanian Phoebe who to Phmbus

gave This throne a birth gift and his name from hers He left his

Delian rock and native lake Touched at the shores of Pallas where

along Ships skim their way and thence in pomp advanced To this

Parnassian seat and region Hephaestus sons his escort pioneers That

lot daylight into the salvage gloom King Delphus and the people of the

land On his arrival hailed and worshipt him Zeus filled him with the

spirit of prophecy Fourth on this throne and prophet of the sire These

powers I first invoke and next I name Pronaean Pallas and adore the

Nymphs Who dwell within the deep Corycian caves The haunt of gods and

the resort of birds But Bromius owns the district nor thereof Am I

unmindful ever since he led His troop of Maenads scheming such a doom

For Pentheus as the huntsman for the hare The founts of Pleistus and

Poseidon s might Invoking and the All accomplisher The highest Zcus I

new resume my seat A prophetess and may they grant me now Better

success than all my good before If any Greeks be present let them come

Settling as is our custom by the lot The order of their coming I

declare E en as the god inspires his oracles”

-Eumenides

Somnus

“Sweet pleasing Somnus

Who spread’st thy empire o’er each god and man;

If e’er obsequious to thy Juno’s will,

O power of slumbers! hear, and favour still.

Shed thy soft dews on Jove’s immortal eyes,

While sunk in love’s entrancing joys he lies.

A splendid footstool, and a throne, that shine

With gold unfading, Somnus, shall be thine;

The work of Vulcan; to indulge thy ease,

When wine and feasts thy golden humours please.”

-Iliad

Arete

“Arete, which mortals win only through great suffering,

is the most beautiful reward of life.

Because of your radiance, oh Virgin,

to the Ǽllinæs [1], it is enviable to die for you

and, in so doing, to suffer furious, ceaseless labors.

Such is that which you inspire within us,

the fruit of which is Godlike and greater than gold

and progeny and leisurely sleep.

Because of you, Iraklís [2] and the sons of Zefs and Lída [3]

endured many difficult labors to acquire your strength.

Yearning for you, Akhilléfs and Aias [4] journeyed to the house of the dead.

And on account of your friendly form, this great one from the city of Atarnéfs

forsook the light of the sun.

His works will spread his fame, and the Mousai [5] will increase it forever,

those daughters of Mnimosýni [6], extolling the majesty of Zefs the

Hospitable One

and the reward of abiding Friendship.”

-Aristotle

Hecate-Selene-Artemis

” ‘I see Trivia’s [Hekate-Selene-Artemis] swift gliding car, not as

when, radiant, with full face [i.e. the moon], she drives the livelong

night, but as when, ghastly, with mournful aspect, harried by

Thessalian threats, she skirts with nearer rein the edge of heaven. So

do thou wanly shed form thy torch a gloomy light through air; terrify

the peoples with new dread, and let precious Corinthian bronzes

resound, Dictynna [Artemis-Selene], to thy aid. To thee on the altar’s

bloody turf we perform thy solemn rites.’”

-Seneca

“‘O Artemis queen of the groves (regina nemorum), thou who in solitude

lovest thy mountain-haunts, and who upon the solitary mountains art

alone held holy, change for the better these dark, ill-omened threats.

O great goddess of the woods and groves, bright orb of heaven, glory

of the night, by whose changing beams the universe shines clear, O

three-formed Hecate, lo, thou art at hand, favouring our undertaking.

Conquer the unbending soul of stern Hippolytus; may he, compliant,

give ear unto our prayer. Soften his fierce heart; may he learn to

love, may he feel answering flames. Ensnare his mind; grim, hostile,

fierce, may he turn him back unto the fealty of love. To this end

direct thy powers; so mayst thou wear a shining face [Luna-Selene the

moon] and, the clouds all scattered, fare on with undimmed horns; so,

when thou drivest thy car through the nightly skies, may no witcheries

of Thessaly prevail to drag thee down and may no shepherd [i.e.

Endymion] make boast o’er thee. Be near, goddess, in answer to our

call; hear now our prayers.”

-Seneca, Phaedra

Delos

“Hail. O heaven-built isle [of Delos], most lovely scion of the

children of bright-haired Leto, O daughter of the sea, thou unmoved

marvel of the spacious earth, by mortal men called Delos, but by the

blessed gods of Olympos (Olympus) known as the far-seen star (astra)

of the dark-blue earth . . . For aforetime, that isle was tossed on

the waves by all manner of whirling winds; but, when Leto, the

daughter of Koios (Coeus), in the frenzy of her imminent pangs of

travail, set foot on her, then it was that four lofty pillars rose

from the roots of earth, and on their capitals held up the rock with

their adamantine bases. There it was that she gave birth to, and

beheld, her blessed offspring.”

-Pindar, Processional Hymn on Delos

Charities

http://www.theoi.com/Text/TheocritusIdylls3.html#16

“Kharites (Charites, Graces) three. For in your gift are all our

mortal joys, and every sweet thing, be it wisdom, beauty, or glory,

that makes rich the soul of man. Nor even can the immortal gods order

at their behest the dance and festals, lacking the Kharites’ aid; who

are the steward of all rites of heaven, whose thrones are set at Pytho

beside Apollon of the golden bow, and who with everlasting honour

praise the Father, lord of great Olympos.

Euphrosyne, lover of song, and Aglaia (Aglaea) revered, daughters of

Zeus the all-highest, hearken, and with Thalia, darling of harmony,

look on our songs of revel.”

-Pindar, Odes

Primordial Eros AKA Phanes

These hymns are to Eros of the primordial pantheon who shouldn’t be confused with olympian Eros; the son of Aphrodite.

“Mighty Eros , how great art thou! How infinite thy might! How

many things dost thou devise and ordain, how many, mighty spirit

(daimon), are thy sports! The earth is steadfast; yet is it shaken by

thy shafts. Unstable is the sea : yet thou dost make it fast. Thou

comest unto the upper air and high Olympos is afraid before thee. All

things fear thee, the wide heaven above and all that is beneath the

earth and the lamentable tribes of the dead, who, though they have

drained with their lips the oblivious water of Lethe, still tremor

before thee. By thy might thou dost pass afar, beyond what the shining

sun doth ever behold: to thy fire even the light yields place for fear

and the thunderbolts of Zeus likewise give place. Such fiery arrows,

fierce spirit, hast thou–sharp, consuming, mind-destroying,

maddening, whose melting breath knows no healing–wherewith thou dost

stir even the very wild beasts to unmet desires.”

-Oppian, Cynegetica

“O cruel Eros, crafty of counsel, of all gods fairest to behold

with the eyes, of all most grievous when thou dost vex the heart with

unforseen assault, entering the soul like a storm-wind and breathing

the bitter menace of fire, with hurricane of anguish and untempered

pain. The shedding of tears is for thee a sweet delight and to hear

the deep-wrung groan; to inflame a burning redness in the heart and to

blight and wither the bloom upon the cheek, to make the eyes hollow

and to wrest all the mind to madness. Many thou doest even roll to

doom even those whom thou meetest in wild and wintry sort, fraught

with frenzy; for in such festivals is thy delight. Whether then thou

art the eldest-born among the blessed gods and from unsmiling Khaeos

(Chaos) didst arise with fierce and flaming torch and didst first

establish the ordinances of wedded love and order the rites of the

marriage-bed; or whether Aphrodite of many counsels, queen of Paphos,

bare thee a winged god on soaring pinions, be thou gracious and to us

come gentle and with fair weather and in tempered measure; for none

refuses the work of Eros (Love). Nor doth the race of Heaven suffice

thee nor the breed of men; thou rejectest not the wild beasts nor all

the brood of the barren air; under the coverts of the nether deep dost

thou descend and even among the finny tribes thou dost array thy

darkling shafts; that naught may be left ignorant of thy compelling

power, not even the fish that swims beneath the waters.”

-Oppian, Halieutica

Miscellanous

“We wine-drinkers will pour a libation to Bacchus, rouser of laughter-

With our wine-cups we’ll drive away the cares that lay men low.

Let the rustic man with his many toils send into his bread-taking belly

The grain that belongs to Demeter, black-robed Persephone’s mother.

As for wretched and bloody meat, a banquet from slaughtered bulls,

We’ll leave that to wild beasts and to birds that enjoy raw flesh.

And what of the bones of fish, that slice and gash the skin?

Leave them to the lips of men who love Hades more than the sunlight.

But for us, this unmixed wine, the granter of prosperity,

Will be both food and drink forever- let some other man long for ambrosia!”

-Anthologia Palatina 11.60