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Ullr
Cold, You are called, and harsh.
God of barren, forgotten place -
remote,
unapproachable, fierce as wolf on the hunt.
But I have not found You thus.
I have
felt Your gift of quiet strength and comfort many times.
I think that You are God
of all forgotten creatures,
those neglected souls bereft of love.
You teach us to
sing a song of power and beauty
in the lonely wasteland of our scarred and
broken hearts.
You are Father to all those children
called ugly, ignorant, or
wrong.
All little creatures in need of love are welcome inYour hall.
No pain is
too great for You to succor,
no agony too great for You to bear.
Do You weep, in
the solitude of Your ice-scapedd welling,
as You seek those lost and bleeding
souls,
their number sadly beyond measure?
No one thinks to go to You for healing,
yet that is the gift You bring,
God of all
orphaned hearts.
All who hear the song of the ice-blessed darkness
may count
themselves blessed by its sweetness.
I hail You, Son of Sif,
Mighty Ullr,
Glorious God.
© Galina Krasskova
From: "Exploring The Northern Tradition"