Mighty Þórr, please hear me now as I declare for you my adoration:
You are in the straining of my muscles and the feeling of strength in my arms when I labor unceasingly to achieve beauty in my own space. You are in the satisfaction I feel when the task is done.
You are in the way I assert my authentic self and stand up for my own beliefs and demand my right to decency and happiness.
You are in the way the house shudders and sways in the wind when the thunder echoes in the distance, and in the way its power makes me feel utterly invincible.
You are in the full-hearted words of my friends, in the embrace of my loved ones, and in every smile I earn, and because you give these things to me, I will devote myself to repaying you for your kindness.
Hail to Þórr and hail to the thunder! May Mjǫllnir’s strike never fail!