Ogma
Is as fresh as the air -
Inspiring, bright, charming...
He carries wood
And wins fights
Without starting them.
All the lights of the Sun and stars
In his soul,
The nature of human quest
For the divine...
Ogma finds a magical sword.
He crosses fields and woods,
Rivers and mountains.
His wealth is in his mind -
He approaches life as a miracle,
He is faithful and courteous.
He brings words together
And makes them shimmer
Like distant constellations.
Long live Ogma!
© Maryna Tchianova about of the Irish/Scottish gods.
According to Wiki:
Ogma /;;;m;/ (modern spelling: Oghma) is a god from Irish and Scottish mythology
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