Friday, March 22, 2013

A Writer's Prayer To The Allfather

Oski they call you


Mouth, father of all language

His word-hoard unending
His skill, endless
Words come to life
their meanings he moulds well

Inspiration flows swift and clear
Though from a cool spring
Under the world-tree

A shock to the mind that quickens the heart

Inspire me wielder of words
Guide me, lord of language

Help me always find

Words to move the hardest heart and reach the toughest mind


Kari Barber said...

I love this.

Kari Barber said...
This comment has been removed by the author.