Ireland's OWN Myths and Magic

Prayer for Forgiveness
—by Míchealín Daugherty

I no longer have faith
And many moons ago
I lost the ability to hope
Bitterness grows inside
me like a weed
To pluck it, is not enough
The roots
Hold fast.

O Antlered One,
O Isis, I pray thee,
Help me retain my
Capacity to love;help
me to be strong, for I
Find myself stooping
to the level of those who
hurt me.

O God and Goddess
Take this
Vileness from me;forgive
me for wanting to hurt back.
Forgive me for
Sowing seeds of malice,
For perpetuating
A vicious cycle of discontent.

My garden is growing in the soil
that falls from his high horse
Forgive me for sinking
into the depths of its quagmire
Would that I be above it all
O Antlered One,
O Isis, I beseech thee
Help me to walk again in peace and love.

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