Seiðr Takes Hold

Pulse bounding, panting

The seiðr takes hold

Shaking, rocking, snarling

Edge kissing, caressing

Urðr presses close

Tingling, vibrating, singing

Voice summoning, enticing

Varðlokkr calls vaettir

Surrounding, speaking, guarding

Hamr carving, weaving

The seiðr takes hold

Guiding, enchanting, commanding

Seiðr Song

Rocking, rocking

It begins small

In the seed, in the seiðr

It erupts from below

The power unleashed

In the seed, in the seiðr

It builds up through the middle

The being grows

From the seed, from the seiðr

It extends to the Worlds

The hamr is strong

From the seed, from the seiðr

It bears fruit to the Worlds

The megin is mighty

From the seed, from the seiðr

Its fruit leaves seeds

The cycle renews

From the seed, from the seiðr

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 52: For the Vanir Tribe

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This request was made by Emi for the Vanir Tribe.


Seership and sacrifice

Seed and strength

Salve and sea

The Vanir bless the Worlds with megin

War and wound

Weal and word

Wonder and will

The Vanir shape the Worlds with megin

Art and Álfar

Arrangement and awe

Ardor and affection

The Vanir seed the Worlds with megin

Strength and softness

Supple and stalwart

Steel and stone

The Vanir guard the Worlds with megin

Burned and born

Breath and bonds

Blood and beauty

The Vanir enliven the Worlds with megin

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 51: For Tobacco

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This request was made by Maleck for Tobacco.


Hail Tobacco

Called Asemaa by the Ojibwe and Séma by the Potawatomi

Sacred plant, sacred Being

Eldest Herb of Turtle Island

Whose body is a blessing

Whose body is a blessed offering

Whose body is heilagr and brings blessings

Whose smoke is cleansing

Whose smoke cleanses, opening the ways

Whose smoke is heilagr and good Gebo

Whose abuse takes breath

Whose abuse takes breath, bringing death

Whose abuse is unheilagr and hurts the heart

Hail to You, Holy One

May we be friends

May we walk well together

May I always treat You well

Ever-mindful You are Sacred

þu est heil, Míkilvaettr Tobacco

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 50: For the Runevaettir

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This request was made by Maleck for the Runevaettir.


Sounds

Letters

Concepts

Meaning

Magic

Spirits

From the Ginnungagap You screamed, sang, called

From the Ginnungagap You resounded, crowed, howled

From the Ginnungagap You whispered, breathed, spoke

By sacrifice, You were brought into the Worlds

By sacrifice, You allied with the Gallows God

By sacrifice, You ally with us

Each a sound, resonating with power

Each a sound, shuddering with strength

Each a sound, surging with connection

Each a letter, teaching the tongue

Each a letter, building up knowledge

Each a letter, carrying wisdom

Each a concept, bearing cultures’ weight

Each a concept, keeping memories

Each a concept, transmitting understanding

Each a meaning, guarding mysteries

Each a meaning, teaching the initiated

Each a meaning, deepening the depths

Each one magic, giving Ginnungagap form

Each one magic, bringing might to action

Each one magic, flowing into being

Each a spirit, knowing Urðr’s ways

Each a spirit, giving gift for gift

Each a spirit, touching our own

Runevaettir, I hear You

Runevaettir, I see You

Runevaettir, I understand You

Runevaettir, I know You

Runevaettir, I cast You

Runevaettir, I hail You

Polytheist Devotional Art Challenge Day 2: Love

You are vicious and wild

You are wrathful and cold

You are ruthless and direct

You taught me to love these things in myself

Not to indulge

To control, to temper, to work

That there is purpose in it

That there is clarity

That there is honesty

Then there is action

I love You because You would not have me shy away

You would have me embrace all I am

As You have

Discarding nothing

Polytheist Devotional Art Challenge Day 1: Prayer

I inhale and cleanse

Drawing up breath from lungs

Blessed to breathe, to live

By You

Gods, Ancestors, spirits

I put hands to the keyboard, asking for inspiration

A spark

A fire is lit

My fingers tap

Bidden by You

Sometimes it comes easy

Words falling like rain

From the storm in my mind

Sometimes it is a trickle

Quiet, calm

Each is a gift

Words, breath, struggle

Putting words to power

Wrapping layers of meaning

For the present

Prayer is

Conversation, offering, communing

Sometimes it is hard

Always worth it to speak them

To You

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 50: For the Huron River

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This request was made by Maleck Odinsson for the Huron River.


Hail to the Huron River

Called Giwitatigweiasibi by the Wyandot

Called Ana by the Druids who know Her

I hail You

Your blessed waters flow

From the blessed swamp

To Lake Eerie, called Erielhonan or Eri

I hail You

You, Who carries trade

You, Who carries countless boats and canoes

You, Who carries and cares for countless fish

I hail You

You, Who bears your waters with care

You, Whose paths are gentle

You, Whose waters quench the throats of thousands

I hail You

Your form carries countless homes

Your blood is carried in countless millions

Your body bears countless lives

I hail You

Hail to You, beautiful Míkilvaettr

Hail to You, great Vatnvaettr

Thank You for allowing me to know Your cool waters, Your sloping shores, Your many children

Hail to You, Huron River

Wolf-skinned

I am the raised hackle and unyielding maw
I am the shredding bite and thrashing muzzle
I am the grey-fur frenzy and bloodied mouth

I am the gentle bumps and guiding nudge
I am the playful bark and the teasing nip
I am the joyful bounding and warm-hearted nuzzle

I am the resounding howl and the heaving flanks
I am the lolling tongue and the tireless feet
I am the sauntering paws and the gnashing fangs

I am the shield-biter and wound-proof
I am the sword-bearer and spear-wielder
I am the clenched fist and Óðr-wise

I am the wolfen-man and man-of-wolf
I am the forest-dancer and love’s-delight
I am the wary walker and boundless berserk

I am the boundary-keeper and sentry of sacred ways
I am the enemy-eater and scourer of poisons
I am the wolf-skinned and foe of unclean spirits