A Small Prayer to my Gods

Each day may I come

To know You better

In the small ways

The ways You know to reach

That no one else will see

That no one else may believe

But I will know

and in that knowing

I will be content

 

A Prayer to Loki

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!