devotional poetry
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O’ Gwyn, Great God of the Tylwyth Teg, You guide me through these cold times, embracing my soul with warmth, to ward off the cold of your kingdom. I harken forward, one snow-ladden step at a time, towards the next year.
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Morgen a Modron, dual, yet a singularity. You encompass that which is Life, tree, rock, stream, sea. You embody the breathing life of the land itself. You are what we wade, walk, wander through, and in your arms, I finally see.
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Morgen, Goddess of Annwfn, You wrap me in your embrace, duality in your nature. For you are both the born of the sea, and born of the land. You wear dual names, Morgen, for the sea, and Modron, for the land, and as I am enfolded in your dual embrace, I feel peace.
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I walk the line, from this world to the Other. Hand in hand, with my Antlered Lord. He shows me duality, the counterpart to all things. Life, death, rebirth. With my Antlered Lord, hand in hand, I walk the line.
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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.
