I've posted this verse before, a repaganized charm from the Carmina Gadelica.
This past Saturday I helped manage a funeral rite for a friend and Coleague, Ron White.
A heathen, he was an Odinsman, a student of Runes and lore and an aspiring magician. He has gone too soon.
This verse was too Gaelic for the rite, but I think of Ron as I post this little art-setting of the poem.