Hail Tyr of the evening,
as the November sun goes setting
Your presence makes my soul sing.
The vulnerability that I so hate to have to feel has vanished.
Hail, Lord Tyr!

Dear Tyr, You know I have struggled to come to terms with what happened. I was afraid that day, I sensed that danger stalked me, some reckoning was due, my wyrd perhaps? I don't know. I asked for your protection. I was injured. Not killed. Badly hurt. But the pain I knew could have been far worse. I asked for justice. They lied against me and got away with it. Yet I have been lovingly cared for since, and I lacked for nothing.
I have known you nearly all my life. I have seen your power, Lord Tyr. You have nothing to prove to me. And I've told you, over and over, it's not what you can DO that I love you for. I love you for WHO YOU ARE. For the values you uphold. I've told you that I never want to treat you like I think you're a magic want, they way some people treat their God. The image of my shattered car around me while I struggled to breathe haunts me. But I call what happened your justice, though I may not understand. Because you are just, this I know, and you are my Liege Lord true. I have sworn fealty to you. And I don't regret that for a moment. To your values I will ever be true, and strive to uphold and encourage others to do: honor, courage, integrity and personal dignity. I ask, if there's message for me here from you that I'm just not getting, then show me clearly. Thank you. Hail Tyr, beloved god.

Thank you Tyr, for allowing me to fight another day! Thank you for not allowing me to fall on the battlefield that's going on in my head!

Thank you Tyr, for coming to me. I will listen!

Thank you Tyr, for guarding my honor