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Prayer to Sif for Peace of Mind

Sif of the golden hair, of the fields of good grain,
whose gentle touch it is that stills the rage of Thor,
that calms the fury and the madness of the storm,
merciful one who hears the prayers of women and men,
lay your hand upon my heart, quiet its thunderous beating,
grant me peace of mind and soul, O Sif, I call to you!

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Posted by on August 7, 2013 in Heathen Prayers, Sif

 

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A Daily Prayer to Sif

I call to Sif of the golden hair, bride of Thor,
fairest of maids, finest of great Asgard’s treasures,
brightest of the nine worlds’ lights. Grant to me, goddess,
a nature kind and patient; let me be the heart
of my home. May my household be a haven
of comfort and cheer, may we ever be warm
and well fed, may my family find fortune and joy.
Sif of field and fruited tree, Sif of the rowan,
I thank you for your blessings, I pray for your favor.

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

 

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To Gerd

Hail to fair Gerd, bright-armed jotun-maid,
daughter of Gymir! You dwelt, content,
in your father’s fine hall, knowing not
that your beauty had stricken great Frey
to the soul, and that all your world would change.
For your favor they offered you apples
of gold, fresh from the basket of Idunn:
you said no. For your favor they offered
you riches untold: you said no. No gift
nor bribe would win your hand, and yet you came
to the green and prosperous lands of the Vans,
a passage not without trouble and tears.
Gentle Gerd, gracious lady of Alfheim,
who knows of what must be, I honor you.

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

 

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

 

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