To My Ancestors

I can hear your songs in my bones
Shaking through the centuries

You rattle around my neck
The ox-bone bouncing on my breast

You slide through my fingers
I softly whisper words

You answer my prayers
I live, love, and learn

You shape me each day
Your sure hands, stern hands, skilled hands

Ancestors who shape the Ancestors to come
With wit and will, wisdom and worth

Praise to You Who dwell deep
In blood and bone, spirit, song, and soul

Odin Project: Day 24

Generosity in harvest | are repaid in poor seasons

for those who carefully share;

Oft is the giver | fondly remembered

and kindness gifted in kind

 

A bolt on the door | never once latched

Is either a boon or a waste;

The hearth fire cools | in the air of night

though many it once had warmed

 

No home shall last | nor village nor clan

who constantly wars with its own;

Crows gather close | for kin who oft fight,

and feast well on the flesh

Odin Project: Day 21

Ask Rúnatýr’s aid | if Runes are sought,

giving gift in turn for gift;

For great was the price | Yggr had paid

in winning the Runes from the Gap

 

Ask Rúnatýr’s aid | if Runes are sought,

keeping keen in mind and Work,

For great is the price | the Runes will demand

From fools who know Them not

 

Ask Rúnatýr’s aid | if Runes are sought,

knowing each in Their own turn,

Wisdom and power | and rede one can find

If well one knows Their kin

Odin Project: Day 14

Remember the fallen, | one’s own kin

In action and word they live;

Lessons learned | from lives well-lived

Carry on to child and friends

 

Remember the fallen, | the friend well-loved

Lives in memory of word and deed;

Memory woven | is like a blanket

Wrapped close in cold times

 

Remember the fallen | the names forgotten

Deeds and memories lost in time;

Better a stone | raised to nameless dead

Than their passage never marked

Hail to Jotunkind

Hidden back is the fear

In the recess of our mind

The fear of ferocity and wildness

The fear of Jotunkind

 

We fear the ground we walk on

We fear the air we breathe

We fear the water that we drink

We fear the food we eat

 

Teach us to strip away our fear

Teach us to be aware

Teach us to live with Death and Life

Teach us to Live and Dare

 

Teach us to know the plants

Teach us to know the land

Teach us to know the food to eat

Teach us Your just demands

 

Teach us to live each moment

Teach us to fight and know

Teach us to be inspired

Teach us to be our hope

 

Help us come to know You

Help us to leave our fear

Help us to come to understand You

Help us to see You clear

 

Hail to the mighty Jotun

Of Fire and Storm and Ice

Hail to those from Whom Aesir

Call Lover, Husband, Wife

 

Hail to the Gods and Goddesses

From Whom we all descend

To our most primal Ancestors

Hail to Parent, and to Friend

 

Jotun

We are the primal world

The world you shut

Behind closed gates and closed doors

The world of plague and pestilence

Beauty and fierce grace

We are the raging lightning

The blaze, the bonfire

The thrumming haze of dance

The frenzy of a blood-soaked battle

We are all you try to avoid

We are the monsters and maidens

We are the outcast and trusted

We are the progenitors of Gods

We are Gods Ourselves

See us, and see the animal

The planter

The healer

The harmed

The archer

The flame

The mother

The father

The lover

The walker

The Fire

The Ice

The Void

We are part of you, this world

We are Its untamed spirits and its closest kin

We are Jotun