Sgrios Mass: Mercy and Renewal

Praise Sgrios!

Our Lord of Death, Decay, and Rot! 

My Lord of Mercy!

We gather today to embrace the truth! That death is not the enemy. Decay is not to be feared. And destruction - ah, destruction - is but the reshuffling of sacred bones to make space for blooming life.

The aching roots of a tree draw strength from the fallen. The wilted bloom folds into the soil to cradle the next seed. That which breaks is never wasted. That which ends…prepares the way.

Sgrios does not take from us out of cruelty. He quiets pain. He offers release. He welcomes those whose bodies have failed them, whose suffering has outlived its purpose. And in His gentle rot, he nourishes that which comes next. For mercy is not always a healing that preserves but a healing that frees.

We, who heal, know this intimately. We stitch wounds that sometimes will not close. We offer medicines that sometimes cannot cure. We hold hands on nights where hope...is far less gift than burden.

In those moments...

**takes a deep breath before continuing**

...we learn that Sgrios does not punish. He lifts. He clears. He makes way. And much like the nourishing mushrooms that grow from death, he adds value. He renews.

And so we kneel before this god of ruin and find rest. Find solace. Find His sacred assurance that life is cyclical, not linear. That endings are required for beginnings to take root. Glioca may cradle our grief, but Sgrios cleanses it. He is the final balm. The last breath that dignifies what has come before.

He is Death; but He is never absence. He is Mercy eternal.

Let us not harden ourselves to decay, beloveds. Let us soften. Let us be compostable, spiritual soil in the hands of the Divine. Let us live so fully that even our undoing becomes a cradle for someone else’s growth. 

And when our time comes, 

when our bodies begin their sacred return,

when our spark is too expanded to fit inside any mortal vessel, of any universe,

We will know that Sgrios does not destroy out of wrath but gathers us close in mercy.

And that...is holy.

**pauses to take a breath**

So it is spoken, so it must be!

Hail Sgrios! Praise Sgrios!

By his blessings, we need never fear the shadows

Blessed be.

**bows her head in silent prayer**