Sigyn Project: Day 1

The palms of Your Hands

are eaten by venom

Your beautiful Hair 

is disheveled and wild

Your Eyes strain

with Your husband’s visage

Your Feet blister

under the abusive rocks

Your Heart loves

despite pain and loss

 

Oh Holy Lady!

 

Oh Aesir, do You see Her?

Her Heart as torn as Her sons?

Oh Vanir, do You see Her?

Her Love bound fast, envenomed? 

Oh Jotun, do You see Her?

Her steadfast devotion?

Oh landvaettir, do You see Her?

Deep within She yet honors You, removing the venom.

Oh spirits, do You see her?

She Who graces all who see Her, or Who She gives gaze to?

Oh Humanity, do You see Her?

We could only hope to love so much, to be so dedicated, to be so holy!

Hail to Her, sacred woman, She Who Will Not be Moved!

Hail to Her, loyal Goddess, powerful Goddess, the Lady of the Staying Power!

Hail to Her, wherever you are, and witness Her tragedies!

Hail to Her, wherever you are, and marvel! Witness Her indomitable strength!

Hail Sigyn!