Invocation to Hoder
by Shannon Graves
Some
say that you lost your eyes in battle,
Some say you were born without sight.
Some give you a harp, to find by feel,
Some give you a sword, for lost prowess.
All know that you were born to be betrayed.
Hail to the one who stands bowed in sorrow,
Knowing that his hand slew his brother,
The beloved one who was light to his darkness,
And who bears this sorrow with dignity.
Hail to the God who helps us survive
When all has turned against us,
And cast us into the darkest places.
Feel your way, he says to us,
And step by step, you can find the road out.
Artwork by Poppy Alexander.