Prayer to Thor

O great Thunderer who rolls across the sky,

I ask your protection for one I love.

She is like you, O Thunderer -

Good beer, good friends,

All laid out onto the table

Like a naked sheep in your windflock.

She has no subtle tongue,

She speaks her mind to all,

And so I fear for her, Hammer-Wielder.

I would petition diplomatic Gods

To tie her tongue, thought I for a moment

That such a thing would work.

Instead, I call you, Master of the Rains,

Protect her from the inevitable pain,

As much as you possibly can.

Strike away at least some

Of the thunderbolts of wrath,

And give her the surefooted luck

Of your goats running free

Across a windblown sky.

Artwork by Lindowyn.