Máni. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

As you ride your chariot
across the night sky,
the forces of chaos that
sought to disrupt you,
fall to the ground.
All you can hear is the
thunderous sound.

Your power is seen in your control,
over the waxing and waning of the Moon.
Yours is the great influence over time.
Protecting everyone from nights doom.

The veil between the world of the living
and the dead is your domain.
You make real the spiritual connection,
of our universe to other dimensions
and what it attains.

You are the counter of years,
the whirling wheel.
You are the celestial body
shining in the night sky.
The clock of time you seal.

Oh Goddess of the Moon,
Always keep everything in balance,
And take away our gloom,
as we show you our reverence.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
20250103.
Norse Goddess of the Moon: Máni.