For Sif
by Lyra K
Golden hair and gentle heart,
The waves of grain, whose growth you start
Lady Sif, of fertile field
Whose kindly nature you've revealed.
You hold the broken when they cry,
Help those of injured wing to fly,
You nurse their seeds that need to grow
And help the önd inside to flow.
Mother of Strength and Bride of Storm,
Whenever I do feel forlorn
I seek your comfort and your grace,
To keep my center firm in place.
Lady Sif, I hail you now,
Lady Sif, now hear my prayer,
Kind Lady of the fields of plenty
And Lady of the golden hair.