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!