Day Twelve of Twelve Days of Devotion to Gwyn ap Nudd
I come this twelfth day
to consider Your death.
How I have seen You die
so many times yet that
You should die forever
is unthinkable, unbearable…
For when You have gathered
the last stars at time’s end
there will be no tears left,
no-one left to cry them,
and who would gather the
soul of the Gatherer of Souls?
so simply put and so very profound.
I just wanted to commend and congratulate you on your devotions, each of them filled with imagery and a love that comes through. I found myself thinking “No, wait! Surely there are more!” Well done. 🙂
Many thanks for following and reading 🙂
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This is really powerful. All I could think of while reading was a poem I wrote years ago where my character expresses a similar feeling about her Patron:
“The tides that whispered my fears
Now they have turned into an ocean of tears
We met, and danced, and you live
Your fall long ago
Yet grief I cannot forgive”