Prayer Poem to Odin and the Blessings of Fehu Reversed
Odin, Wanderer of storm and ash, One-Eyed Lord of the hidden road, hear me beneath the crooked rune, where Fehu turns its face away.
Bless me not only with gain, but with wisdom when gain withdraws. Bless me not only with abundance, but with sight when abundance leaks away.
Where cattle scatter, where coin grows thin, where desire claws at the ribs, teach me the old magic of enough.
Let Fehu reversed become a lantern: show me what I have wasted, what I have worshiped falsely, what hunger is mine, and what hunger was given to me by the world.
Odin, Rune-Father, hang my greed upon the wind. Cut loose the cords of panic, envy, and restless wanting.
May loss become instruction. May delay become discipline. May scarcity reveal the sacred root. May my wealth return first as wisdom, then as right action, then as steady fire in the hand.
Bless the hearth I already have. Bless the tools I already carry. Bless the gifts I have forgotten to honor.
By raven, root, and rune, by the quiet hoofbeat of returning fortune, may Fehu reversed guide me away from false treasure and toward the riches that do not rot.
Hail Odin. Hail the hard blessing. Hail the rune that teaches before it gives.
