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To Mother in my Fear

Mother, I am shaking

Fear has taken hold

Of failing, of losing


I am stretched to my limit

My mind cycles

Thought to worry to fear


I stand tall but

I feel so low

The pressing, pressing down


Holy Weaver of Wyrd

Mother of Gods!

Please, hear me!


It is said You hold the threads

As the Nornir gather them

Weaving, weaving, ever-weaving


It is said You are silent in Wyrd

So all I ask

Are words of comfort, a touch


From Your Holy Hands or Lips

To soothe my quaking soul

The greatest of blessings


Hail Frigga, Holy Mother!

Know that in the midst of my fear

I ever-hold love for You in my heart


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