Lausavísa to Baldr, Brightest of the Gods

O son of far-seeing Odin,
Baldr, fairest and best,
Radiance of Ásgard,
Beloved child who met the pyre.

You who dwell in Breidablik,
Hall unstained by shadow,
Gentle of speech,
Bringer of joy, bearer of light.

We call upon you with unguarded hearts,
We lift our eyes in prayer.
Son of Frigg the sorrowful,
She who wove a mother’s shield,
Gathering oaths like blossoms of spring,
Begging tears of salt from every world-
Yet all her skill could not halt fate.

Baldr, bright one,
Who sought to turn aside doom,
Only to see it fulfilled,
Teach us to face what must come,
And meet it with courage,
Though it wound those we love
And those who love us still.

To you, most beautiful,
Most resplendent among the gods,
No praise can match your glory,
No flame burns with your fire.
Yours is the tale of endings and beginnings,
Of grief made holy,
Of ruin turned to renewal.

Grant us the wisdom to walk the destined road
Straight and unflinching,
Knowing that though pain may come,
The path of truth spares us deeper sorrow.

Teach us to believe that all shall be mended,
And when mending is denied,
That even among the ashes
Some small good may yet be found.

O Baldr, who abides among the dead,
Keeper of your father’s hidden hope,
Silent promise of what is to come-
Shining torch in the gloom,
Guide our steps through the dark,
And remind us that fate
Is no cruelty, but the weaving of all things.

We honour you, Baldr the Bright.
We honour your tale, your beauty, your might.
We honour the worlds in which you walk.
Hail, Baldr! Hail, god of the light!