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The masculine is the balance to the feminine. Without one there can’t be the other. The sun, the flame, the seed of rebirth. Guidance and wisdom.
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O Flame of the Forge, strong hand of the Sun,
Father of Rivers, steadfast and one
Stand by my spirit, sharp as the blade,
Guide me through shadow, unbroken, unafraid.
You are the mountain, the oath, and the fire,
The keeper of boundaries, the spark of desire.
The seed in the silence, the breath in the storm,
The stillness in chaos, the shelter, the form.
Teach me to walk with honour and grace,
To rise when I fall, to hold sacred space.
To speak with truth, to act from the core,
To lift, not to conquer, to open the door.
You are the balance, the edge and the ground,
Where courage and clarity quietly sound.
Let me be steady, rooted, and wise,
To see with compassion, with fire in my eyes.
Bless me with vision, and strength to endure,
With heart that is tender, intentions that’re pure.
Not power that crushes, but power that yields
That nurtures the hunt and protects the fields.
Divine Masculine, guardian and guide,
Walk at my shoulder, walk at my side.
With your light in my bones, I rise, and I stand
A vessel of purpose, a heart in your hand.
The masculine is the balance to the feminine. Without one there can’t be the other. The sun, the flame, the seed of rebirth. Guidance and wisdom.
Just click Add to Cart and once you have purchased the item you will receive a link which will direct you to the site you can edit the text and background.
O Flame of the Forge, strong hand of the Sun,
Father of Rivers, steadfast and one
Stand by my spirit, sharp as the blade,
Guide me through shadow, unbroken, unafraid.
You are the mountain, the oath, and the fire,
The keeper of boundaries, the spark of desire.
The seed in the silence, the breath in the storm,
The stillness in chaos, the shelter, the form.
Teach me to walk with honour and grace,
To rise when I fall, to hold sacred space.
To speak with truth, to act from the core,
To lift, not to conquer, to open the door.
You are the balance, the edge and the ground,
Where courage and clarity quietly sound.
Let me be steady, rooted, and wise,
To see with compassion, with fire in my eyes.
Bless me with vision, and strength to endure,
With heart that is tender, intentions that’re pure.
Not power that crushes, but power that yields
That nurtures the hunt and protects the fields.
Divine Masculine, guardian and guide,
Walk at my shoulder, walk at my side.
With your light in my bones, I rise, and I stand
A vessel of purpose, a heart in your hand.