I can hear your songs in my bones
Shaking through the centuries
You rattle around my neck
The ox-bone bouncing on my breast
You slide through my fingers
I softly whisper words
You answer my prayers
I live, love, and learn
You shape me each day
Your sure hands, stern hands, skilled hands
Ancestors who shape the Ancestors to come
With wit and will, wisdom and worth
Praise to You Who dwell deep
In blood and bone, spirit, song, and soul
Hail Sigyn!
You Who carry so much
You Who care so deep
You Who fight till victory is Yours
You Who stands where others fall
You Who is resolute where others crumble
You Who Witnesses
You Who Listens
You Who Blesses
You Who teaches us Compassion
You Who teaches us Duty
You Who teaches us Strength
You Who teaches us Will
You Who teaches us Courage
You Who teaches us Motherhood
You Who teaches us Sacrifice
You Who teaches us Worthiness
You Who teaches us Worth
You Who teaches us to Appreciate
You Who teaches us to Love
Thank You, Holy Lady
for letting me do this
For giving me a month to honor You
For giving me a month to know You better
For giving me a month to focus and learn and listen
Hail to You!
Hail to You Holy Sigyn!
May You always be hailed!
Will You remember
When I hailed my Father
I hailed You?
Will You remember
When my bones lie
Beneath the Tree
The life I led?
Will You remember
My words, my Work
The honor I tried to live my life by?
When this world forgets me
Will You remember me?
How I asked Your Wife
If I could hold the bowl
And within moment my arms shook
With its weight?
How I looked upon You
In the cave so tightly bound
Arms shaking with the bowl
But could not release You from Your pain?
How, when I was brought low
You did not burn me, despite Your righteous anger
But saw something in me I did not
And set light to a new path?
I pray You remember me
That the memories are fond
That my words, my Work, my path
Honored You
That I am worthy,
When the memories of my life have all but guttered
Of a single ember
In Your memory
Sarenth Odinsson 