#offering poem

The golden glow of a star

He is the warmth within your chest

He is the beauty of a sunrise.

Baldr is a tender smile

Locks fair in the wind

He is open arms and a welcome embrace

Voice light as a bird’s breath.

Baldr the beloved, the bleeding God

Bringer of peace as well as bliss

He shows mercy and love

To all who lose their way.

Baldr shields and comforts

He is the stillness of dawn

For all throughout the night

The flicker of a candle remains;

I felt a giggle in the breeze

And in the rustling leaves, I heard it too.

It circled me and danced in the wind

In the biting air of a november morning.

I’d come to a stop under a tree

A tall oak clad in ancient bark.

Through it the sun filtered,

Through its few lasting leaves, golden coloured.

I saw a story in my soul,

Part playful and yet woeful

That of a long venerated spirit.

‘What business have you, child?’

The spirit asked.

It was then I heard a song inside my mind

A faint waltz down to my bones.

‘Whatever business it may be, you surely can stop for a dance.’

And so I did sit under the tree

One who commands the fire in our souls

You teach us to walk our own paths

And pay no mind to senseless norms.

Hail Loki of many shapes and faces

One who is faster than the winds

You teach us to observe and adapt,

And hone our gifts into skills.

Hail Loki of endless tricks and ploys

One whose laughter echoes through the worlds

You teach us to breathe the beauty in

Even in the most suffocating times.

Hail Loki of many a truths told

One who welcomes the bold 

You teach us to follow our heart’s compass

So that our minds stay right and true.

Hail Loki the serpent’s father

One whose children we hail

Hail Loki the silver-tongued

One who the Aesir to his own fate bound 

Hail Loki slayer of Heimdall