Odin at the Overturned Cup
Odin, Wanderer beneath the veiled star, One-Eyed Keeper of the unspoken rune, stand with me where Perthro lies reversed, its cup overturned, its lots concealed.
Bless me with mysteries not yet answered, with doors wisely closed, with fate withheld until I am ready.
Let false prophecy crumble into silence; let hidden hands reveal themselves in time. Teach me not to seize the Norns’ weaving, but to walk beside it with cunning grace.
From uncertainty, grant me patience. From secrecy, discernment. From the unknown, sacred wonder.
Odin, whisper through the darkened rune:
What is concealed may yet protect me. What is delayed may yet bless me. What I cannot foresee need not be feared.
So beneath the hood of Mystery I walk— not knowing, yet listening.
Hail Odin. Hail the Hidden Wyrd.
