Ogma

The beauty of his eloquence
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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