My presentation to honor Freyja, The Lady

Written by Dax Highcross

In my hubris, I lost my way
I sought shelter in embracing thiervy
It is by her leniency that I must see that love is understanding

The truth be told I see not that I am forgiven of trespasses and found cherished indeed

In my pain, it is with tender caress that I honor you
My thanks, Lady, you are gracious and forgiving

It with my humility that I will remember that I am worthy of you
That I am not a penny but now a nickel

The compass points to where you lay coarse reverse of my self inflictions
So that I may be made free of them
And be so esteemed that you bestow favor upon me

I thought I was hard to love
So i settled for broken pieces
In this gift you have given me
On bended knee, i offer my vulenerability and seek your comfort

I will seek your guidance when i struggle in my mirror
And ask for warm embrace
For when my vision blurs i will see i am loved in my mess