by Jan “Skylark” Avende
Brilliant rays shoot down through the clouds
Sunshine illuminating all it touches.
Your knowledge alights upon us, Oghma.
Let the honey of your voice run sweet and strong
To drip into our mouths
That we might speak with your eloquence.
Let us hear your voice, sunny-faced one
As it comes to us, ringing all around,
On golden chains linked ever to you.
Oghma, patron of wordsmiths,
Grant us your gift to spin and weave words,
To hear the voices beyond as they sing!
Oghma, inspire us!
