Wisdom of the Fool Prayer
Flame haired Trickster
Silver tongued God
Please hear my prayer.
Please teach me the wisdom of the Fool,
Teach me to laugh at myself when I …
Fall on my ass both literally and figuratively
Smile at my current infatuation while I have spinach stuck between my teeth
Get drunk and disorderly at the company Christmas party (hey! Someone had to do it!)
For only Fools know true wisdom
Because they have lived life to the fullest.
Since they have been laughed at and mocked,
Fools are more compassionate and tolerant towards others.
And only Fools may speak the truth to Kings (oh, how well You know this!)
Please teach me to love life like You do
To laugh out loud without wondering what others think
To love passionately without fearing a broken heart
To embrace others and life with a furiousness that matches Your own fire.
Hail to you Loki! You who are the patron God of Fools!
(remember, folks, the agon ends 9pm EST tonight).
by Amanda Forrester
My head is on fire.
I can see it all –
The threads of destiny, of wyrd, coming together,
I see the ghastly fate of my sons,
I feel the bindings tying me to the boulder
I see the red, weeping eyes of my loyal wife
Holding the bowl above me.
And I see all the worlds consumed in fire and ice
When I (at last!) make my escape.
My head is on fire.
I can feel the venom even now.
Still, I do not try to avoid that future, but do what must be done.
And so a dart of mistletoe seals my fate
As surely as it did Balder’s.
My head is on fire.
I saw it all, knew it’s coming,
But also that it must be done.
I told my blood-brother so.
My lips were sewn shut not because I lie,
But because I tell the truth,
(at least, when it matters)
And even the Gods cannot bear to hear it.
Most Cruel of Fetters
by E. Blakely
I know that I lay upon rough-hewn rocks
Held fast by the most cruel of fetters
In a place where Time is measured by the drop.
The sound – a jarring ‘plink’
Deepening to a ‘plank’
Then a deep-throated ‘plonk’.
Full once more…and She is gone.
The terror returns…
Is She safe?
Will She return?
Will I hear Her shriek and call My Name before Her Step-Daughter comes to claim Her?…To restore Her to Our Youngest?
Does He run into Her arms, tearfully joyous, crying ‘Mommy, Mommy’?
Wolf-Son, if You lurk outside, waiting to greet Your Mother, please greet me as well.
Without the Love-of-My-Life, this torment holds no power over me.
Let it end.
By S. Hintz
Loki, I love your daughter Hela
And it was her association with me
That first piqued your interest
In my humble doings
Flame hair, you watched witness to struggle
I underwent with the shadows
Of Christianity cutting bindings
Long rotted away
Sorting meaning from unmeaning
Seeking truth from lie finally burning
To ashes those things withholding me
From the inner fires
Sated I sought in seeking found
My family of Gods Woden in the wood
Compassion in the heart of the Death Goddess
Wondering I wander
Idea to idea never quite still
Mental restlessness sympathetic to your own
Until Gifu in kindness you gave
Me to meet Sigyn
Sigyn told me of the dance of light
On the waters the dance of shadow
Within the wood until I remembered
To hold my balance
Between extremes light and dark the polarity
Things you learned in the wandering days
With Gangleri in the wood of the world
Brothers galdr kin glad met
Tonight I sit in struggle forming
This poem no poet I yet expression seeking
Gratitude for the Trickster tricking me
Into right relationship
With self in the world I have come to love
Sigyn’s Beloved first loved by Angrboda
In the Ironwood Laufey’s son
Dancer of forms
Wise in experience Nimble of thought
Bringer of troubles remover of obstacles
Once the lesson learned has made person
Loki, I pray to remain ever humbled
By the great truth of the ordeal suffered
You and Sigyn endured worm venom
Stronger together than apart.
Words from my heart
by Potia P.
Loki, you came unlooked for, unasked for into my life.
Bound one, your challenge forced me to face my bindings.
Shifter of forms, you lead me to change.
I honor You!
Burning one, you scare me still!
I don’t know what you see in me,
Why I interest you,
But I know you come calling.
Calling in the darkness
Shining in the silence
Mystery and Mischief
I honor You! I praise you!
I’ve even come to love you.
You, the disreputable friend!
The one that speaks truths no-one else will face
The one bringing joy in the madness
The one whose pain we turn away from
The one who forces us to see
The one who scares us in the night
The one who holds us when we cry
The one who gives us the blade with which to cut our bindings
If we have the courage to turn and take it
If we choose to try.
Uninvited, unexpected, uncomfortable,
Yet welcomed, honored, praised and loved!
by C. Greene
Hail to the terrifying light of truth shining from blood stained teeth,
Hail to the fire that burns away falsity and leaves all clothed in ashes,
Hail to the god who blackens hearts and consumes minds to cinders,
Hail to the feral one whose rage eats civilizations,
Hail to the father of the doomed whose children are lost to carnage and madness,
Hail to the mother who brings forth a better wyrd and breaks in the birthing,
Hail to the son of Laufey, Hail Loki!
by Raven Amber
Most radiant and beautiful flame,
Please hear my prayer and help your devoted moth.
I love You, but not enough.
I give to You, but not enough.
You swim through my veins in my blood –
How is it that I can feel so distant from You?
Skillful thief, help me to pick the locks on the doors that keep me from You.
Cunning One, help me to think of a way through this darkness.
Hearth fire, help me to re-kindle the fire in my devotion and love for You.
Shapeshifter, help me to transform into a better, more loving devotee.
Most strong and courageous God, help me to find the strength and courage to tackle those things that keep me from You.
Patient teacher, Who waited so long for me to figure things out, please remain patient as I try to find my way back to You.
Please do not leave me.
Do not give upon me.
I do not want life if I must live it without You.