Prayer for Oghma God of Eloquence, Poetry and Humor

[Tara]

Blessings; May you feel the Elvensong within, dance to the rhythm of the sun and hear our voices who speak from your heartspace. We are Tuatha de Danann, the children of Earth and the heavens together. –TE Pelton

Ogma (pronounced OG-ma, sometimes spelled Ogme or Oghma) of the Tuatha de Danann, is known as the God of eloquence and language, scholars, education and writing. He is said to have invented the early Irish alphabet called Ogham.

Now, it is lesser known, although much more true in fact, that Ogma has a highly developed wit, commonly viewed as a ridiculous sense of humor and about which much has been kept secret–deep in the caverns of Tir na n’Og*. This is of course, because most humans tend to view their lives far too seriously. So when Ogma appears, they tend not to notice.

When composing “reasonable” literature, Ogme has an imposing stature with long blonde hair and deep resonant voice. But he prefers, and will be most often found transformed into a fool. He will harbor in certain trees and wild animals, although, of course, when humans do see him it is most often in the antics of their pets (tail chasing, and other slaphappy activities.)

Humans desire to keep Gods a sensible matter. So, if you are fortunate enough to be reading this, then you’ve been tipped off to the real secret of life: the Gods do appear in the most nonsensical places. Ogma has been known to cheer unrequited lovers and others in the form of cats who chase string, and the entertaining antics of dogs that fly upside down through your hallways and even wag their tails while sleeping. And yes, your favorite comics are absolutely blessed by Oghma.

We call upon you, Ogma, in whatever form you might well appear, to guide us to see the finer, and yet more preposterous side of life and ask that you will bless us on this day to laugh at ourselves, find the wacky, sappy and silly and bring it into our lives.

Laughter does not judge
Laughter waits for no man
No homage or expectation.
Coming from a place
Far beyond human’s limited dimension;
The bull who winks,
The tree who dances,
The dog knows well he is scratching his behind
For your more than an itch,
But for the chance
To transport us back to ourselves.
And to remember: life is a play
Played by us;
Where we learn love
Not as a sorrowful expression of inevitable sadness,
But to cherish the goofy dance we find ourselves making.
To remember we are the fools
Watching ourselves.

* Learn more about Tir na n’Og and the Celtic Mythology in Elven World: Return of the Tuatha de Danann by T.E Pelton. There you will discover Ogme as a brother to Lugh and lover of fiery BeChuille, the abundant Sister of Illusion. Follow ElvenWorld on Twitter @expectsuccess and enjoy Celtic mythology for the new world and her children – like you at www.elvenworld.org

[Tara]

Learn more about Ogma, god of poetry and eloquence in Celtic Mythology

[Sidhewillow]

Beautiful Te,

Thank you for teaching me more about Oghma ( :