devotional poetry
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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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Given to you at birth, bestowed in later life, names are divine, identifying, yet your name, Morfran, was taken from you. Morfran snatched, replaced by Afagddu. What is in a name? Does this new title define you? Or do you reach towards the past, groping for Morfran again? I see you as Morfran, Sea Raven,
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Hunched, mottled, Dark yet pale, Ashen skin, Bright blue eyes, Afagddu, I whisper, reaching out to graze my hand along one mottled cheek, You rise as a comorant, darkened, yet filled with a beauty your mother fails to see. Yearning for your well-being, she brews inevitable poisons, yet as I stand, I see you. Perfect
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Baying hounds, the sound of hoof upon earth, you ride through the night, gathering the souls of those whose time has come, and one day, O’ Lord of Annwn, you will come for me. My soul will be wrapped in your embrace, swaddled like a newborn babe, and carried to the Otherworld, to fields and
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O’ Wandering Wizard, Pæþwyrhta, You forge the paths of my future, Brim lowered to hide your eye, spear spurned to walk forward. You lead me through the dark, through the winding forests of life, to each new tomorrow that I must face. Hail to thee, Woden the Wise, for you instill my urge for knowledge,
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Pæþwyrhta, Wayfarer, Wanderer of the Worlds, You guide my step, foot after foot, leading me towards the unknown. You heal my heart, and fill my bosom with blessings, so that I may seek the knowledge I yearn for, and continue to grow.
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O’ Modru, The women of my kin, through blood, tied by Orlaeg. O’ Modru, The women who became kin, through life and strife. I hail to thee, and welcome your guidance into my life. Let me be strong, let me be smart, and let me, most of all, kind.
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Wyrdwebbe, Spinner of Wyrd, She who sees all, knows all, see into my Feorth. Wrap my hiw with your weavings, and guide my hand and steps towards the Orlaeg laid out for me. Guide my hands as I weave my Wyrd, to bring me boon, and shape my life to satisfaction.
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Dōmgeorn, Protector of the Just, Sky-father, I call to you. I raise my voice to hail you above, and give my oats to honor you. Bring me strength, bring my justice, see to the unjustices in my life, and let me be at peace. O’ Tiw, I hail to thee!
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O’ Day-rider, Awakener, Daughter of Tiw, Your rays light my path, As your sister Eostre rises, you follow her path, bringing light to the lands, and filling it with warmth. Rays embrace my Hama, Light my Hiw, and fill my Feorth with warmth. I thank you for each new day, that you bring to our
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