Category: poem
-
The Great Danu is my guide; I shall not want. In lush meadows, she leads me, By gentle streams, she restores me. She guides me along the ancient paths, For the sake of her name. Though I walk through shadowed glens, I will fear no darkness, For you are with me; Your staff and your…
-
Cailleach of frost, Cailleach of stone, Ancient One upon your throne. Wind and silence, cloud and snow, Teach us what the wise ones know. Death is not the enemy — it is a teacher. Stillness is not emptiness — it is becoming. Staff of ice, and crown of storms, You shape the land in sleeping…
-
The land turns gold beneath the fading sun,Where summer’s voice grows soft and done.Maples blaze with scarlet flame,And oaks wear bronze in autumn’s name. Amber leaves drift through the sky,Like embers falling as winds sigh.Cooler mornings hush the land,And daylight slips through time’s slow hand. Across the meadows, wide and fair,Rolls of hay rest everywhere—Round…
-
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…
-
In twilight’s grasp, the world awakes,From chaos deep, a dance it makes,Stars are born in a tempest’s flight,As shadows blend with the coming light. The first war echoes through ancient halls,In the clash of fate, a destiny calls,With swords raised high and hearts aflame,Each life entwined in the breath of names. Cycles spin like a…
-
Spinning, weaving, binding With silken thread and gentle feet. Crawling, climbing, winding Building a fortress strong and neat. Waiting, resting, snatching Fly comes buzzing by. Shimmering, struggling, catching Patient trap has held it fast. -Raysdottir 09.08.2025
-
Dusk singers are carefree living, food for cicada hawks, and nature’s last chance for song. -Raysdottir 09.05.2020
-
Spring is in the air and days go by, An oak has been born, reaching for the sky. Soon Summer is here at the height of his power, its a wonder to behold, full bloom of a flower. The leaves of brilliant colors, of gold and deep red, Will arrive in Autumn, followed by Winter’s…
-
In shadows deep, through trials we tread, With pain and agony, our spirits led. For every faith, a burden we bear, In the name of the divine, we lay ourselves bare. But in our worship, who do we serve? Our gods or ourselves, what do we preserve? Are selfish cravings the driving force, Or aspirations…
Praise the Gods 