Bitter is the drink | of failure and folly,
much drank before success;
Resolve is the friend | of those who do well,
for no wolf hunts in the den
Rest one must have | in regular time,
if one is to be well;
Even Ratatosk must stop | now and then His chatter
and leave the Eagle in peace
I shut my eyes and listen
I wait as
My mind conjures images
Your Voice
Your energy
Trying to put words to the ineffable
To the equal-turns
Capricious and serious
To the balanced Trickster and Friend
And Truth-teller and Flyter and Compassionate One
The Breaker of Worlds and Loving Father
No contradiction; just You
Words do not come easy
Sometimes a noun, a verb
Flashes of words, insight
Momentary links chaining
Idea to thought to word
From half-formed prayer to paean
From little dribbles of words tapping
To a flood
Rushing from pen onto paper
From fingers to some server in cyberspace
I can find You anywhere
If I look
I wait
I listen
Still struggling like a fisher
Trying to net Your essence
If for a moment
Though the words may wriggle
The net may fail
And my words
Fall free
Splashing
Sarenth Odinsson 