Prayer to Njord for Direction
O Lord of the Sextant and Compass
Whose eye is the ship’s wheel
Whose beckon is the sail filling with wind
Proud and erect like the mainmast
I am lost in a storm and cannot see
Stars, tides, or any landfall at all.
Mist surrounds me, and I fear running aground
On the rocks of failure, on the sandbars of disaster,
On the lonely island beach of apathy.
Lighthouse Lord, Savior of Sailors,
I would sail my life with confidence,
Knowing how to reach every one of my goals,
Or at least as many as are good for me,
And you would know that better than I.
Show me the coastline of manifestation
And patiently draw me the map to its shore,
O Njord who loves the wheeling gulls that cry.
Bring me safe to harbor with your shining light
High on the crag above the treacherous stones,
And let the ship that is my life not sink,
Nor founder on all the errors I claim,
Ruefully, as my ever-churning wake.
Hail King of Vanaheim who knows when to speak
And when to keep silent, Diplomacy’s Sovereign,
O God who always knows where he may be floating
On all the blank and open seas of Wyrd.
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