An appeal to the winds of fate. |
O fortune! Thy hand beckons our earthly lot as fate takes hold of crashing winds – Let us not seek thy narrow definition, for fortune comes to us in varied forms and functions. Let us revel in thy varied gifts, and not forget the hands that build us up upon our journey thrusting onward to our destination! May we seek to live in gracious gratitude, for it is in your hands that Wyrd gives over, that we may choose the path of uncommon riches and alternative wealth. The answers come, but not on paths, or in the forms we expect them to present themselves. May we not overlook thy gifts for what they are, or scoff at that we did not ask for, for in the end we shall be beholden to thy generosity and provenance. Lead us not to roll the rock of Sisyphus, in our quest to find meaning for that we are not ready to understand. Grant us peace, as we wander in the darkness of our minds, not out of ignorance, but due to our unpreparedness to face the crashing of the dawn. And in the end, May we one day find the peace to live within the coming of the light. In Greek mythology Sisyphus was a king punished by being compelled to roll an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, and to repeat this action forever Wyrd is Anglo-Saxon for fate. It is also the name of the Anglo-Saxon deity that was seen as the guardian of fate. |