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Fensalir Song
Between the worlds with spirit sight,
The geese are crying-
Women together wearing white
We wend from Midgard through the night
The reeds are sighing-
Landwights bless the way we go,
The geese are crying-
Disir help your children grow
For women´s wisdom we would know,
The reeds are sighing-
Long lost the path that we would find,
The geese are crying-
Through trackless marsh our way we wind
With hallowed heart and mirthful mind,
The reeds are sighing-
Among salt-meadows stands a hall,
The geese are crying-
Strenght and grace in every wall
And room within to welcome all,
The reeds are sighing-
All hail the queen who rules within,
The geese are crying-
She takes the twisted fates we spin
And weaves us all into one kin,
The reeds are sighing-
© Diana Paxson
Diana is member of The Troth and Gyðja of the seidh group Hrafnar.