I see Your sly smile
In the comedian’s grin and the smirk of an elder
I see Your Form
In the lighter flame and the cigar smoke
I see Your signs
Where spiders weave and foxes prance
I hear Your chuckles
At the joke’s climax and the laughter of crowds
I hear Your giggle
At the little follies and honest mistakes
I hear Your howl
At the hurt of children and injustice’s cruelties
I feel Your Touch
Before the small fire and candle flame
I feel Your Power
In the throes of laughter and heat of torches
I feel Your Presence
When truth is told and laughter heals
Hail, Loki Laufeyson!
Now this is the Loki I’m growing to know and love. Thank you for writing this.
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Thank you very much for reading, and especially for posting. I’m glad it resonates with you, and speaks to your experiences of Loki
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