My journey to Holle was gradual and unexpected. She is an ancient and wise Goddess who understands my fears, hopes, and dreams. She is a keeper of the keys to every home. Caretaker of weary mothers, children and lost waifs. She simply is……..
For the Weary Mother Looking for Answers
Will I ever find comfort
Where can I find a friend?
She journeyed world weary upon the barren landscape, no tree to be seen on the horizon, nothing to cut through the gloom.
She came upon a well, water to the brim, humming with the creation of galaxies
And wondered at the depths within
The whisper of knowledge released
Of fearful abandon
And what is communication with the gods but a type of madness
A giving in
A yielding to bravery and strength
She takes the plunge
The bone cold depths
And discovers the secrets of the past
To eternity and all that is
The wise and the strong
You destroy me and remake me
Firm footed and large
I stand at my destiny and accept my path
I flee from you no more
I am yours
And the fear I bring now is one of ecstasy, love and devotion
In all the current chaos we pagans must not let our devotional practices suffer. We give praise to our Gods in various ways, I write poetry and song, muse on the traits of the Wise Ones…..may a grain of such wisdom be imparted on me. I was going through many various google docs and came across some poetry I am pleased with. I may be sharing some over the coming days. We need our Gods presence in the world. We need an alternative to the current order. We need a better way.
One for Odin
The one who whispers
With bold tenderness into a woman’s heart
Who finds you laid bare
Skin and bones
And applies the healing balm
Knowledge and fury
Breath and calm
Loving life with newfound might
A determination never known
He waits for you on the mountaintop
The rune master
Sit beside him and hear his words
Let his breath fill your spirit
Let your souls be cleansed and bared.
Time to resist
Seems the chump monkey
Has done every goddamn nightmare scenario
How many times were you fucking trumpkins
Warned from the get go
One big D.C. Groupfuck
All that woman hating honky cock
Half the senate bowing down
Selling out American pride
Bend down Senator and open wide
For a taste of prezzie cock
Pump it harder your two yes boys can’t get enough
while they sell the rest of us out
Pump and swallow Mitch McConnell
Pump and swallow Paul Ryan
You’re only good for cocksucking and lying
Traitors one and all
Fuck every goddamn one
Impeach the baboon and then what we got?
Commander Pence left to play god
Or maybe that’s what the fascists wanted all along
Let the baboon play awhile until they take charge
I ask and implore
To all those Americans who checked this chumps coat at the door
Who believed in an ugly America
A filthy America
A place of wealth ruled by scum
What now traitors?
You’re just as fucking guilty
I felt today the immensity of the Gods. That Donald fucking Trump, his bimbette daughter/wife, his creepy clown faced sons, and the rest of the fool’s brigade currently heading our government are minuscule next to the power of the Gods.
What is a measly Trump in comparison to the awesome sovereign giver the Morrigan?
What is a measly Trump next to the ancient wisdom of Holle?
What is a measly Trump up against the great Calleich?
What is a measly Trump pitted against the wisdom of the Allfather?
What is a measly Trump against the ferocity of Kali?
What is a measly Trump against the endless ageless great Gods from every pantheon??