Prayer for the Frith-Maker
by Ari
Hail Frey, Frith-Maker of the Gods
Who works against the warlike odds.
You ride to war when it is needed,
But innocent cries are always heeded
And far rather would you speak for peace
And sue that words should make war cease.
Hostage for your people’s cause,
You remember how it was,
And yet you hold out hands to gather
Each and every heart together.
Your very wedding day a call
For truce and understanding all,
Your very flesh reined to this path,
With hands and kiss you strive and laugh,
You do this work each night in bed,
Each day in sun, each word that’s said.
You are a voice of calm and reason,
Hail to Frey, Lord of Good Seasons!
(Photography by Navanna)