Praise the Gods

Behold the Thunderer of the sky

On the crests of the clouds,

And the choralists of the sky lauding him.

Come down with acclaim

From the sky above,

harp and lyre of song

Sounding to him.

Thor, refuge of my love,

Why should I not raise your fame!

Spirits and heroes melodious

sing to you.

Son of Jord

Of exceeding beauty,

Joy were it to me to be in the fields

of your riches.

O Thor, my protector,

O Thor, who blesses and heals,

By day and night

I praise you.

-Raysdottir 12/24/2021 adapted from “The lightener of the stars” #16 Carmina Gadelica