Praise the Gods

Hail the Callieach, blue-skinned Queen,

whose hammer shaped the mountains.

Her one eye sees all ages,

Her copper teeth bite into stone.

She carves the bones of the earth,

Her breath freezes the lakes.

Snow follows where she walks,

Silence reigns in her shadow.

Yet her labor is love unspoken,

For through her toil, the land endures.

The frost is her wisdom made visible,

Her stillness the cradle of renewal.

When Brigid’s flame returns to melt her work,

She rests beneath her peaks of ice.

Praise to the Mother of Stone, Storm, and Winter,

Who teaches the strength of stillness.

-Raysdottir