Our Humble Home

Here is a daughter of Kings with no Kingdom,
Her dignity hidden in condescension.
Patterns from the distaff of Frigg will unfold.
Freyja guides her feet, Mother’s wisdom is told.
All along this road Ansuz whispers to mold.
With love of the Father and his god-light smiles
We dwell in his comfort and humorous wiles.
Sure that to serve them their needs is her mission,
Laughing lil’ ones in her humble home listen.
Indeed, to reach into the deep yeilding sky,
Searching for AllFather’s gifts, feeding their minds.
Framing the pattern, for His glory we find.

Oh, Dear Mother, what I would give
To have a life of love to live.
My life for him through morn and night,
Though hours dim, approach our sight,
In times of passion I’ll call his name.
In trying times, I’ll do the same.
My oath I’ll hold with a heart tis bold
Never to fold, be shallow, or sold.
Forget the fret of unfaithful wights
Wanton to wander through foggy nights
New life has sprung and joy returns
When fresh eyes glisten as they learn.

Our Humble Home

Brandylynn

Edwardsville, United States

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