Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 53: For Percht Baba

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This request was made by Maleck for Percht Baba.

You lead, You lead,

Softly stalking

Your army close behind

You seek, You seek

Hospitality’s home

Finally, it is opened

You bless, You bless

Great givers

You give Your gifts in turn

You gather, You gather

Precious pups

Feeding and loving the Lost

You love, You love

Wild Wights

Who dance, run, and Ride

We hail, we hail

Holy Howler

Hail Percht Baba!

For the Ukranian Peoples

Update: for those who want to donate to causes that directly help the Ukrainian peoples, I was given this link by Snow. It has a list of charities and causes that you can give to, the text of the original post was written by the Kyiv Independent.

May the Gods, Ancestors, and vaettir bless and be with the Ukrainian peoples.

May the húsvaettir stand strong.

May the landvaettir be mighty.

May the Ancestors inspire, comfort, and uphold.

May the Gods steel and strengthen them all.

Ves Þu heil!

A Plea in Time of COVID-19

Hail Eir and Menglöð!

Lady of Ásgarðr

Lady of Lyfjaberg

Whose hands heal, whose wisdom remedies, whose medicines recover

Whose knowledge is peerless, whose expertise is matchless, whose experience is endless

Hail to You, O Holy Ones!

Healing Goddesses!

Help us to heal! Help us find remedy! Help us recover!

Bless us and those who care for us with care, compassion, and skill!

Bless us and those who care for us with worth, intelligence, and ability!

Bless us and those who care for us with grace, expertise, and victory!

As we shelter and save others, shelter and save us!

Ves vér heil!

Ves Þu heil!

Hail Eir and Menglöð!

The Hunt is On

I hear the hoofbeats hammer

I hear the howling on the wind

I hear the gait of sword, spear, and gun

The Hunt is on

I smell the slathering sweat

I smell the steel in the wound

I smell the breath of God, grave, and snow

The Hunt is on

I see the sky split

I see the spray of blood

I see the wend of Host, heroes, and Sleipnir

The Hunt is on

I taste the tears’ trail

I taste the take of the kill

I taste the marrow of the wicked, warlocks, and traitors

The Hunt is on

I feel the fury flow

I feel the frenzy of the Ride

I feel the call of the vaettir, Valkyries, and Fráriðr

The Hunt is on

The Hunt is on

The Hunt is on

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

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

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 48: For Jarnsaxa

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This was requested by Vixen for Jarnsaxa.


The iron sax gleams free from the sheathe

Drawn thirsty

Its cut is wide, its bite deep

The mighty arm falls with the bright fang

Drinking greedily

Felling the doughty foe

Great is the battle-Goddess

Steel-spined

Victory claimed in strength

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 47: For Thor

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This was requested by Maleck Odinsson for Thor.


So many know Your booming hammer

That rings out across the skies

The lightning rush that lights the night

The fury that burns within Your eyes

So few speak of Your soft voice

That sings down the gentle rain

Blotting out the heaving heat

Blessing all the growing grain

So I sing of Your gentle touch

The calloused hands that rock to rest

The children of Your mighty Mother

Bringing ease to all You bless

Thank You Þórr for gentle rains

The soft drums that drone upon the roof

In the low rumble of Your voice

In thrumming song we find You too