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To the Vanir

Hail to the Vans! Knowing ones, ancient ones, mighty ones
who in elder times broke down the walls of Asgard,
who trampled and tore the very field of battle,
who found in the noble Aesir an even match,
a wise accord, a balanced realm of friend and peer.
From Vanaheim your line arose–fair Vanaheim,
land of green mead and quiet wood, of waters deep
and barrows long enclosed. To bright-halled Asgard
came you four–Nerthus and Njord, Freyja and Frey–
to join your might with the fair Aesir, to share
with them your knowledge and your wisdom, to bring
to that land a lusty nature and a merry heart.
Farsighted gods of the Vanir, we thank you for
the roots that dig into the earth, for the black soil
beneath our feet and the seed that lies so deep within,
for the food we eat, for the daughters and sons
who bring joy to our lives and strength to our kin,
for each and every beat of our heart–for all this,
dear Vanir, we thank you. Hail the gods who bring life
to our lives! Hail the gods of shining Vanaheim!

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Posted by on May 12, 2013 in Heathen Prayers, Vanir

 

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To the Vanir

All hail the mighty Vans! From Vanaheim you came,
wise ones, knowing ones, rooted in the deep earth,
in sea and stone, in gold and grain, in life and lust.
In Asgard you dwell, fair-hearted gods of noble tribe,
to live in frith with former foes, to join your might.
Well matched in war, well met in peace, well known by all
within the worlds. Best of guests, finest of allies,
friends of the land-wights, who know much of what will be,
who know what lies within heart and soil. Hail the Vanir!

 
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To UllR

UllR of the northern lands, UllR of the cold
and the stinging wind, bow-god, hunting-god,
deer-stalker, sharp-eyed tracker of bird and beast.
We welcome you, we welcome your strength, we welcome
your season. UllR, glory of the gods, bearer
of the oathring, master of bright-halled Ydalir
that stands among the green-boughed yew, rune-master,
son of Sif, elf-friend, wise and prudent chief. Grant us skill
and silence as we step on crusted snow, grant to us
a season safe from harm. Hail to lordly UllR!

 
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To UllR

Hail to UllR, hail the god of the hunt!
Hail UllR, whose aim is ever true,
whose arm is strong, whose eye is keen,
whose step is sure in deep-drifted snow
or on treacherous ice, who roams the woods,
who knows each tree, each nest, each hiding place,
who knows the ways of every beast. UllR,
son of bright-haired Sif, bowman unsurpassed,
unyielding one who travels, free and fleet,
through winter’s rage. Hail UllR! Hail the bow-god!

 
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To UllR

Hail to UllR, son of golden-haired Sif,
fair-faced bow-god whose aim is ever true,
skilled hunter of beasts, provider of meat
to feed one’s kin throughout the frozen months.
Snowshoe-god, agile one whose swift step
across sheer drifts is unmatched by any.
Share with us your keen eye and steady arm,
grant us a sure shot and a safe return,
as we join you in the winter’s hunts.
Hail to UllR! Hail to the huntsman!

 
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To UllR

Hail to UllR, master of Ydalir,
quick-thinking son of golden-haired Sif,
god of the winter, god of the north.
With skis strapped tight, with bow at the ready,
you travel, swiftly and certainly,
through thick-grown woods, branches bare
of leaves, coated with glittering ice.
In clouds of breath hanging still in the air;
in cold so piercing it stings our lungs
and numbs gloved fingers; in children’s
sleds on well-packed hills; in grey mornings
spent crouched, bow in hand, waiting for deer,
UllR, we know you, we feel your might.
Hail to UllR! Hail the bow-god!

 
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To UllR

Hail to UllR, son of Sif, glory of the gods!
Best of hunters, best of trackers, best of bow-men,
we ask your favor in this bitter season,
we ask your guidance as we seek our quarry,
we ask your wisdom as we make our way.
Grant us cunning, grant us vigor, grant us strength.
May our judgment be fine, our will firm, our wit quick.
We see you in the brilliant, shifting northern sky,
in shadows cast by thin-limbed trees, in days more dark
than light. We know you in fingers numbed, in hunger eased,
in hair made crisp with ice. UllR, god of the north,
god of the long winter, we welcome you. Hail UllR!

 
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