devotional poetry
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O’ Ingwe-Frea, Great God of Abundance, Come to me in my time of need. Wrap me in your cloak of leaves, and leave my with nothing else I need. Bless me with gold, so that I may grow, and keep my spirit strong. O’ Ingwe-Frea, I call to you, to make my life the better.
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O’ Splendid God, Riding upon your golden boar, I make my offerings in your name. Gathered from the green, making new seeds grow, I call to you, Ingwe-Frea. With sickle in hand, you reap the harvest, after your bounty grows. With you by my side, I know I’ll do well, and know I’ll always be…
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O’ Radiant One, Æled, You light my way in the darkest of nights. Your warmth kindles the flames of sacrifice, and I am forever in your debt, for sending my thanks upwards to the Almighty Gods.
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O’ Terrible One, Wandering wizard of old, I call to you in my darkest hour. Runes alight, riddles are told, and my fortune lays before me; bold. O’ Woden the Wanderer, I follow your steps, guiding me ever towards my death. But with you by my side, I have no fear, for I know, a…
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O’ Mighty Gods Great of the Land You lead me to and fro. On white mare I ride, over giant’s back I glide, to lands new and fair. O’ Gods of Cymru, I hail thy names, and wish you well ahead. For nothing but the deepest dark would keep me from your stead.
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I run, I chase, I climb the tallest of mountains, I ford the heaviest of streams. Still, that goal, that hope for a brighter day, seems ever further. As I struggle in my strife, my mind reaches to you, and I call out, “Hope, for the fool you love most, won’t you stop?” And as…
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I soar, on magpie’s wings above rocky cliffs and crashing waves, to the cave you dwell. In my heart, I am led to you, Afagddu, Very Black, a name forced upon you. I know your true name, Morfran, Sea Raven. And on sea-salted wings, I soar to you.
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Drip, drip, drip, you hold the bowl above my bowed head, catching droplets of snake’s milk. Deep, I am bound, by the entrails of the child I was, and you stand above, catching each drop. But a time comes, when I must face the venom, and give your hands a moment to rest. I will…
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Your breath ghosts across my lips, like the breeze of the sea, rough, yet comforting, chilling, and grounding. Black wings embrace me, a comorrant feather upon my breast, to guide me home, to your nest of outcasts.
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All it takes, is a simple word, a request to slow, and you bring your horse to a canter. I climb astride, firm in my faith that I am safe with the Great Queen, and together, we tred the line, between this world and Annwfn.
