I am a Seeker
a month of writing to You
and I still do not know You
Your Presence is calm
Your Voice is gentle most times
Yet, I still do not know You
I do not know You as a Mother
not truly, though I can feel Your sadness
for Sons torn by rage and pain
I do not know You as a Wife
not truly, though I have seen Your cave
and toiling, emptying the great bowl
I do not know You as a Goddess
not truly, though I hail Your Name
and praise Your gifts
How could I know You?
I praise Your Name as true as any of the Gods I worship
How could I know You?
I pour out offerings and gift to You, sure as any of the Gods I hail
How could I know You?
I have held Your bowl in offering, and had but a taste of Your Work and pain
How could I know You?
There is so much more than story or word or song or dance or life could tell
How could I know You?
I pray, I offer, I sing, I dance, I play, I do
I do know You
If any mortal can know a Goddess
Who has blessed their life
Who has sat, waiting, for the mortal to comprehend
Who has held the ones I love as they weep
Who has stood by me when I thought I had few friends
Who spoke for me
Who touches my hands
Who speaks in my ear
Who hears
Who despite all, remains
Sarenth Odinsson 