devotional poetry
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O’ Great Goddess, Queen of Annwfn, You lead your people honest, true, veiled behind your waters, Annwfn is safe. Guarded by your Huntmaster, shepherding those to the great after. Morgen, Guide your hounds to lead a wayward friend, if it is his time to go.
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Goddess of Annwfn, you lead me through dark trees, climbing over moss and vine, tripping and righting from rocks askew. We reach the peak, and it is there, shaded by the dark, full yews that surround it, the forgotten pool. I gaze within, and see you in all your forms, shaped and changed through time,
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Swirling, twisting, dancing through the air, I fly on magpie’s wings, following the fall of feathers, black and brown, salted by the sea, an ocean raven on the wind. O’ Morfran, seen by few, honored by less, you call to me, a sea raven’s song upon the salty sea wind, and I fly towards what
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To catch your stride, one need only ask, a hand extended in help, to those brave enough to ask. Mother, Queen, Consort, Rhiannon, your grace and guile guide me, and when I am low, you extend a hand, lifting me off the ground.
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Pæþwyrhta, You lead me to my path, sending my on another journey. I hail to thee, One-Eyed Wanderer, and walk the path you’ve guided me to lovingly. I sing your name, and study your mysteries, and learn all I might. So that I may, continue on, and fight this good fight.
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O’ Morfran, Your wings guide my way, leading me to a luminous day, over spring, over field, over mountain, over moor, you bring to to days with more. Your shade is my comfort, and your call is my song, your guidance makes me feel right, when all else is wrong.
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O’ Maponos, Mabon, he of many names. I sing my praises to you, Hailing all you bring and do, Forever more you have my heart, Leading me to a grand new start. Through dusk, Through dawn, you lead the way. To bring me to, another dawning day.
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O’ Sulis, Mistress of your waters, you bring me healing help, and soothe my soul, balming my aching bones, and providing me protection. To waters well worn, I shed skins of scorn, to lie amongst your waters warm.
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You hold me close, gripping me in your firm embrace, O’ Lord of the Tylwyth Teg, you dip me through the pool of stars, and together, we fall, fall, fall. Spinning constellations, the maw of your Mother, we embrace the void, and the areas inbetween.
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O’ Summer Maiden, your return from Annwn brings in the heat of summer. With your steps, flowers bloom. With your breath, life comes forth. With your laughter, birds sing. O’ Creiddylad, daughter of Lludd, I sing with your birds, and dance in your meadows, and when you return to Annwn I will welcome the winter
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