Telling

I remember the words of my Elder:

Each telling you are creating the World anew.

 

Words have power, raw magic, refined magic

However they slide up the throat along

the shuddering chords

 

They seize ahold of us through the ears, the eyes

hold us because through them

we hold You, us, Worlds, Ancestors, vaettir

 

The whole body hears and feels

The cold pit in the stomach, the sweat on the brow, the widened eyes, fear,

The heat, creased forehead, gritted teeth, rage

 

Words crush the soul

Revive a religion

End lives

 

Join us to one another

Heal us

Make us

 

Tribe

Family

Connection

 

Death

Life

Balance

 

Fire

Ice

Ginunngagap

 

The telling creates the Worlds anew.

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  1. October 23, 2015 at 4:14 am

    Powerful.

  2. ganglerisgrove
    October 23, 2015 at 6:40 am

    Reblogged this on Gangleri's Grove and commented:
    a powerful and evocative piece from Sarenth.

  3. October 23, 2015 at 7:24 am

    Reblogged this on facingthefireswithin.

  4. October 24, 2015 at 2:23 pm

    Reblogged this on Ironwood Witch and commented:

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