The skin and flesh fell away
The little ones took their fill
The soil ate well
The seed burrowed in the heart sprouted
The tree took root
The soul grew up and wide
The branches spread
The leaves budded
The animals gathered to live with it
The family visited their Disir
The bread and the milk laid down
The offerings fed the tree and Her companions
The tree shed its seeds
The animals carried some, the wind others
The Disir’s children grew tall and strong
Inspired by Galina Krasskova’s Agon dedicated to Gefjon, I wrote these two poems.
A Hailing Prayer to Gefjon
Hail to Gefjon, Far-seeing Goddess!
Hail to Gefjon, Who knows Her own Worth!
Hail to Gefjon, Who shapes liche and hame!
Hail to Gefjon, Who drives hard Her Oxen!
Hail to Gefjon, Who plowed and claimed Zealand!
Hail to Gefjon, Who claims Her own pleasure!
Hail to Gefjon, whose halls house the virgins!
Hail to Gefjon, Ásynja!
Hail to Gefjon, Mother of Jotnar!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Consort is Skjöldr!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Plow is Mighty!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Courses are Swift!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Lands are Fertile!
Hail to Gefjon, Whose Ways are Wise!
Land-finding Prayer to Gefjon
We seek, we seek land of our own
Growing green and good
We ask Gefjon to lend us your aid
So we may settle soon!
We ask for land for orchards
We ask for land for grain
We ask for land for goat, hive, and lamb
Whose harvests shall be great!
We seek, we seek a place to build
A hof to call our own
Where we can raise a horn to You
Within our hallowed home!
Our son wanted me to share his prayers for Sunna and Mani here. He wrote the prayer to Mani first. When he wrote it, he surprised me. When he had finished that, I encouraged him to write a prayer for Sunna the next day, but aside from that, I had no input on them. I got to let him be while he wrote them. I’m very proud of him. ^_^
Prayer to Mani by Kiba
Guider of the moon’s path
Rider of the moon-cart
Drawn by Your large dogs.
Hail Mani! God of the moon! Light our path
While shining on even
The darkest of nights.
My prayer to Sunna by Kiba
Melter of the thick ice
Evaporator of streams and lakes
And rivers and oceans too.
Today is one of many days
In the season where you
Shine your light upon us humans.
Hail Sunna! Goddess of the
Light that helps our food grow.
Thank you for the life that you have given us.
They call Him grizzled; His hat hangs low over an eye.
They call Him one-eye ’cause one is elsewhere.
They call Him bear-father and wolf-father ’cause the berserkers and ulfheðin are His.
They call Him eagle-head ’cause He is one.
They call Him bear ’cause He is one.
They call Him battle-wolf ’cause He is one.
They call Him a rogue ’cause He’s sly.
They call Him silver-tongued ’cause He’s talked His way out of death.
They call Him Hanged ’cause He hanged on the World Tree to get the Runes.
They call Him Runemaster ’cause He died to bring Them back.
They call Him Wanderer ’cause He’s seen all the Worlds.
They call Him Journey Adviser ’cause He’s who you talk to before you take one.
They call Him Monster, ’cause He is one.
They call Him God, ’cause He is one.
He’s Odin, Woden, Wodenaz. He’s Jotun. He’s Aesir. He’s a chief. He’s a shaman. He’s a wanderer. He’s a warrior. He’s a killer. He’s a maw. He’s a scholar. He’s a wizard. He’s a berserker. He’s an ulfheðin. He’s a rogue. He’s a ruler. He’s a watcher. He’s the Allfather. He’s Runatyr. He’s Fury. He’s Terrible. He’s Gallows-God. He’s Sacrificed. He’s Sacrificer. He’s Twice-Blind. He’s One-Eyed. He’s Long-Visioned. He’s Spear-God. He’s Battle-Fury. He’s Howler. He’s Odin, Woden, Wodenaz.
I went outside and there were Gods and spirits dancing.
The storm-etins danced among the thunderbirds
Thor and Farbauti struck through the air
Odin whirled overhead
I smoked, offering up prayers to all of Them
As I did I saw:
Lightning illuminated the Raven
It tore at the cloud-man’s guts
The intestines roping out of him
The Raven gorged
I saw a bolt of lightning and it croaked like a Raven
I looked to my left and there was a great Wyrm
Open mouthed in the lightning-light
It twisted through the air, wings wide
The thunder was not Its voice, but the clap of its wings
As it flew along the East
May Eir and Mengloth bless those in harm’s way
May the healers be careful, skilled, and compassionate
May Thor protect those in harm’s way
May the communities be safe from harm, secured by His Hammer
May Loki, Angrboda, and Sigyn bring laughter, protection, and perseverance
May mirth, solidarity, and determination lift up those harmed and grieving in this tragedy
May Tyr and Forseti bring justice to the Dead, to the families, to all those harmed
May justice be done, lawful and swift
May Freyr, Gerda, and Freya bring Their love, sensuality, and vitality
May we celebrate ourselves together, and with Them, stand by those we love
May Odin and Frigga bring wisdom to the leaders
May action be guided by wisdom, may work be guided by insight
May Hela take up the Dead
May She bring Them comfort and care
May the Landvaettir be heard
May They, too, have justice, and may Their needs be met
May The Dead hear the calls of Their loved ones
May They know They are remembered, and may those They left behind be comforted
May the newly-Dead be long-remembered
May They be remembered for more than Their deaths; may Their lives be remembered well
The road rushes past
My cigar glows in my hand
The rainvaettir come down, a billion upon billion rattling dancers
The road, the car, all full of the sound of Their feet
The road rushes past and I see it
The first lightning bolt of the season here
Arc through the sky, behind the clouds
A silhouetted dancer
Whose drumming partner pounds and the sky shakes
Tendrils of smoke out the window and up to you all
The Thunderbird People
The Jotuns of storms
The Spirit of Storms
I call to you and say your names as Midgard fills with stomps with billions of feet
As the skies split with the fury of dancers and beating of wings
As the wind shakes and the clouds let loose the crowds
As the drumming thunderers crash and clash
The Worlds are alive and here
The Worlds are alive and there
and I am thankful to bear witness