Sif. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Sif.

Where the light shines,
is where they will find you.
Oh Goddess of beauty and grace.
Your stunning golden hair
like fields of yellow wheat
is a symbol of hope
against harsh weather,
as you watch over the land and the farmers
and protect them against all the conditions
they need to defeat.

Beloved wife of Thor,
who adored you from the first day he saw you.
A divine marriage between the sky god and earth goddess.
You represented the sanctity of family.
Everything you did was flawless.

But your golden tresses brought
distraction and jealousy.
The prankster God Loki
cut your lovely hair to annoy Thor.
You were saddened as your hair
was a sign of prosperity.
You fled with just the clothes
that you wore.

When your beloved
did find you,
he was so angry and Loki was made to adjust his disgrace
with a headdress
that exuded your strength
and adorned your beautiful face.

True Goddess of the Asgard.
Bless us in our hour of need.
Protect us from all harm
and provide prosperity for farmers
as they struggle to feed.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20241218.