brittonic paganism
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Hunter of my Heart
O’ Lord of Annwn, your hounds bay in my heart, leading my soul towards a brighter day. Your strength inspires me, and your wisdom makes me wise. For it you who I write my prayers to, who embraced my broken heart, and helped piece it back together, like fine china restored. O’ Gwyn ap Nudd,…
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Harp of my Heart
Strings plucked, gentle chords played, O’ Maponos, son of Matrona, you pluck at the strings of my soul, shaping me into my future self. Guiding me past those who have left this world, and teaching me to listen to their songs. You are in my heart, o’ Great Harpist, and your song serenades me, filling…
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Great Son
O’ Maponos, I strum my lyre for you, weaving words of wisdom, into gentle song. Your light shines upon my brow, filling my heart with hope, and you turn your flame against foes, shielding me from the pain of others.
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Shining Son
O’ Maponos, Son of Many Names, Lord of Hounds, Bringer of the Sun, I hail to thee, raising my arms towards your light, for you shine upon with me ferocity, and fill my heart with hope. Bright and brilliant, hounds leading the hunt to a better tomorrow. You wrap me with warmth, and comfort my…
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