An adult and a child hold hands on the beach at sunset or sunrise. They are walking away from the camera.

30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, Manannan #4: family

Honor & Love upon You, highest Father of my Heart
How shall my actions serve You?
For You gave me a blanket
when I was cold.
A home
when I had none.
A shoulder to cry on.
A place to feel safe.

Hail to You, most beloved Parent!
You have kept my soul safe
in Your strong arms
You have honored and embraced
all my sides
the loving
and hateful
the conventional
and the spat-upon

You do not look at me with
eyes full of betrayal
for living my truth
for embracing all of myself
dirt-stained and blood-covered
You do not even reject me
when I am deep in the throes
of adolescent obstinancy
throwing tantrums and screaming obscenities
because my brain has betrayed me
again

You accept all facets
of who I am
for You know my queerness
my fluidity
does not shame you, does not reflect upon You
except as a beacon of love
for You know my rages
my anger
all my darkness–
You know it is not personal.

All my love to you, most graceful Dad!
With flowers in Your hair
and paint on Your nails
and a tool belt round Your waist
All my honor to You
as You dance the rigid binary into dust

As I stumble and fall in
mortal folly, hunting after a piece of grace
I search for how to do You honor
how to live my truth as an offering
I search for ways to make
You proud
of your daughterson witchling

And when I have children of my own, oh Lord
I will try to walk in Your footsteps,
though my feet may not fill your shoes
I will love and accept all facets of my children
even if they are broken like me
even if they defy the categories I have put upon the world
for I know I am not immune
to rigidness

I will give them a safe haven
I will make my home a sanctuary

I will tell them
their Grandfather is in the
sea and mist and rain
and that they only need to find joy
splashing in puddles
or finding shells at the beach
to know He loves them.

Oh Father,
let me open my heart in loving embrace
Let me expand my notions of family
to all who need
my compassion and caring.
Let me build a safe zone
within my walls
for my children,
and for anyone who needs it.

The broken, the lost
the queer.
The abandoned, the hated,
the alone.
Let me have enough love for them all.

Teach me to fill Your footsteps,
Holy Dad; let me walk in Your shoes
Open my heart
to the true meaning
of family.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad

The ocean on a cloudy day. In the distance you can see a ferry and the Statue of Liberty.

30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, Manannan #3: travel/passage

Greetings to you, Lord upon the Water
How shall I pay my fare?
For I seek passage
across your territory
that I might speak with those I love
Shall I pay you in shells and woven reeds
collected and given with all the devotion of my heart?
Shall I place sand dollars upon my closed eyes
that you may take payment when I finally join you?
What shall I pay to travel safely, O Lord?
Tell me what it is your heart desires
and I will do whatever is within my mortal range of power
to grant your wish.

Greetings to you, Lord of Ferries
As I embark on this journey
a common one for one who lives where I do
I pray to you to keep me safe
in offering I drop holy water
and part of a cinnamon roll
off the edge of the boat
dodging being seen by ferry workers
modern humans who do not understand
my devotion to the water we travel across.

Greetings to you, God of Transitions
to you I offer thanks
for wrapping me in your cloak
when I needed to not be seen
by those who could not handle the changes
I was going through
for carrying me when I could not hold myself up
when my transition rendered useless all the ways of being
I had come to know
for showing me where to put my feet
when I regrew them and could move again
for showing me the next step
as I moved from one stage of life to the next
You have always been there, O Lord, and you will remain there still
helping me from stage to stage
until I breathe my last
and need you to carry me one last time

O Lord of Change
Deep and steady as the ocean itself
Let me sing my gratitude to you
in payment for my safe passage
Let my devotion
pay my fare
Let me breathe for you
love for you
live for you
until the day comes
that I might die
and meet you

Lord Upon the Water
King of the Ferries
let my love bear me
to your side
let my love sing your praises
that others may know you
let my love carry you, O Lord
as you have always carried me
through all my harshest
transitions.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad

30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, Manannan #2: The Land of the Dead

Hail to the Deep One
the Lord of the Land Beyond
Guardian of the Final Passage
hail to you, in your many forms
When my eyes close, o Lord, let me see a new world in the darkness
When my breath slows, o Lord, let your breath carry me across the waters
When again my eyes open, o Lord, and I look from the vision of one no longer living
let me see your land
an island in the sea
dappled by golden light
that comes from your very heart
When my feet touch the ground, o Lord, let them feel springy loam
bright green moss between my toes
let the peace of the land
flow upwards through my soles
let it let me know I am finally home
When I breathe again, o Lord, let me breathe in the scent of apples
an orchard of knowledge
before me
let my breath never hitch on the knife in my lungs
let my breath be as smooth as the ocean that envelops us
And when I open my arms again, o Lord, let them be filled with all the ones I loved the most
let me be comforted and never alone
When I come to your home, o Lord, when I arrive at the land of the dead
let me not miss the land of the living
take from me my sorrow and my struggle
let me be at peace
in a land filled with apples
and all my loves
And when it is time for me to leave again, o Lord, let my leaving be quiet
a small blip in an otherwise calm existence
let my journey be swift
and let me awaken in a life
that lets me know your glory and your grace
Guardian of the Land Beyond
Lord of the Final Passage
Hail to you, Deep One
in all your many forms
may my life be long
so I may make myself ready
for our journey
across the waves.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad

 

A person wearing a dress and tights holds a basket of red-green apples in a field. You cannot see above the person's waist. They have red painted nails.

30 Days of Hymns, Manannan Mac Lir #1: Apples

Hail to the Lord of the Land of Apples
High Priest of Avalon
Father to the Lost
let me honor you
in quiet simplicity
let me taste the fruit of knowledge
let me dive into the Mystery
let me know what I’m ready for
let the truth be a balm,
calming my stormy skies
let me find comfort in the hardy flesh
of your sacred fruit
teach me how to calm the dead, o Lord
teach me how to grow apples
out of discord and strife
teach me to bring peace to the afterlife
let the ancestors gather around my apple tree
let me share with them
the food that straddles the realms
teach me to cook a meal for the lost
the hungry
the downtrodden
let them know a parent’s love
in a slice of apple pie
teach me the secrets of comfort food, o Lord
that I may be a better priestess to you
Hail, High Priest of Avalon
Father to the Lost
Praises be upon you,
Lord of Apples.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad