I cannot know Your pain

Your young ones ripped

From Your loving arms

 

I cannot know Your rage

The burning pit

That grew from murder

 

I cannot know Your despair

The rope of Your Son

Imprisoning You in agony

 

I am not You

For that, I am thankful

I do not truly know Your pain

For that, I am thankful

I do not truly know Your rage

For that, I am thankful

I do not truly know Your despair

For that, I am thankful

 

For all Your suffering

I thank You

For all Your pain

I thank You

For all Your rage

I thank You

For all Your despair

I thank You

 

For the depths that You have been thrown

I thank You

From the depths that You have clawed

I thank You

 

You have shown the way through pain

You have shown the way through rage

You have shown the way through despair

You have shown the way from the riven path

You have shown the way from truth’s road

 

I thank You because it is all I can offer

To Your Pain

To Your Rage

To Your Despair

To Your Paths

 

I thank You because all other words, even these

Seem so small

So very small

To the ignominy heaped upon You

To the viciousness spat at You

To the ignorance of Your suffering

 

Hail Loki Laufeyson

Hail to the Flamehair and Indomitable Fire

Hail to You Who still loves despite

The ravages of loss