A prayer to Manannan from a land-locked state

under-sea-or-under-earth:

Ho! i call to Manannan
oh you of changing waves
May i feel you with the cycle of the tide
and the water carved valleys and caves
May i feel you with the cycle of the moon
that entices its motion and slide
i see your eyes in the river crane
and your fathers in the heron, so great and blue
Though my ancestors wandered from strand to river
i can still touch your waters as they run and quiver
May you walk along our shallow shale tributary
that ribbons through the hill and prairie
May your waters deluge our patchwork Arkansas
and your horses meander its banks
So you and I, dear Mac Lir, can walk side by side
guiding me through this life by my flank

lebornaciar:

gods for the modern age: manannán mac lir

where the sea meets the shore is your domain; and where the sea meets the sky also. walk the pathways of light over water. let the mists roll out of your hands until they’re so thick you can touch them. play tricks; play games; give a home to monsters and misfits. and when the seas grow stormy, do not fear–for, son of the sea, the ocean could never harm you: there are tides in your blood.