devotional poetry
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Hounds leap, they bound, racing through the rush towards their pray. Your hunting horn sounds loud, a call to all who’d join the hunt. O’ Gwyn ap Nudd, King of the Telwyth Teg, I raise my bow in your name, notch my arrow, and fire it into a brighter future.
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Cormorant King, Beloved of my heart, I sail to your grotto on salty-soaked wings, feathers dripping with the dew of ocean waves. I come to you, Morfran, and come to your side to embrace you in unity. Let the beauty of your kind heart, shine through the blackness of your face. You are loved, you…
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O’ Great Wyrm, Middlegarth’s Serpent, You circle and encase my heart. As you grip your tail in teeth, I grip my faith in my hands, holding tight. You are the beginning, and yet you are the end, an endless, rotating circle, keeping the ettins at bay.
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O’ Great Goddess of Healing, Eir, take my heart in your hands. Tenderly bandage the wounds that only you can see. Pick up my broken pieces, and fit them back together, gilding the cracks with gold.
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O’ Tiw, Great God of the Sky, Husband of Eorthe, your breath is the winds, and your laughter is the thunder crackling alongside your son, Thunor, Father of Sunne, Mona, and Eostre, I call to you, bless my bindings, let me break free of the shackles that contain me. I give you my troth, as…
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O’ Great Goddess, Keeper of the Keys, unlock the door to my heart. Nurture and nestle me in your warm embrace, holding me like mother would their child. O’ Frige, Great Queen of Osegeard, I pour libations in your honor, making troth with you daily. Your husband may be the wanderer, but you are firm…
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Lightning cracks, Thunder rolls, and across the meadow, Thunar come home. Drawn in wagon led by goats, when he passes by, he gives the common man hope. Hail Thunar, Great God of the Sky, I call to you, when my time is nigh.
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O’ Loke, Scorned by the Gods, Bound in the entrails of kin, I call to you in my time of need. Break my bonds, and set my world aflame, so that I may be reborn, new, from the ashes that are left behind. Hail Loke!
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O’ Keeper of the Keys, Great Goddess Frige, I call to you as the leaves turn red. Build a home within my heart, and wrap me in your tender embrace. Let me know the freedom you imbue, and let me shape my life into the puzzle I need. Hail Frige!
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O’ Great Spirits, Both big and small, harken to my heart-filled call. Embrace my body with your touch, and lead me to where I’ll receive much. O’ Landwights, Great and small, to each of you I give my call. From rising hill, to diving dell, I hail you friend, and wish you well.
