Ullr is a God that I have encountered a number of times, but one that I honor, as both a God of Winter and to some extent as a God for young men. I realize that second part is UPG, however my first powerful encounter with Him was after a particularly rough time with my adolescent son. Ullr was felt and blessed our family with comfort and a measure of patience I didn’t know I possessed.
God of the Yew Bow
Of the yew dales
Trusted of Odin
Lord of winter holly
And newly fallen snow
I hail thee in the cold
I hail thee in the crisp morning light
I hail thee in understanding
As you bring me guidance for angry boys
Who rage and grieve
At things they lost under the snow
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
Our own little Romanov
Apple of daddy’s eye
The imperial buffoon
Ruling over the pigs in the sty
We mustn’t criticize his children they say
Well the bimbo’s official now
And the judge’s gavel rings-
Today America died
Got a big come shot in the eye
And ringling brothers may have left town
But I think they forgot their best clown
And he’s taken the Oval Office seat.
Is this the big whimper Eliot warned us of?
And who knew that a common clown with enough fast cash
Could get a trophy wife
And sell his snake oil throughout our land
And what of this joke
Marionette pulled by unknown strings
Perhaps he’s the Fool
And the real enemies are those who gave the loudest cheers
Your neighbors, your pastor, family members and those you counted as friends.
What does his victory say about them?
Which one to trust?
Which one hates the Muslims?
Or those goddamned fags?
Which one says black lives don’t matter
Which ones say this is a CHRISTIAN NATION?
Who, pray tell, is to blame?
Who, pray tell, is the real enemy?
That’s the least of our worries
Instead we have a fake man
Masquerading as a human being
A mechanical man child
Malfunctioning on live t.v.
For the children of America: little ones I am sorry
For the children of the world: I begin to weep, for surely your lives will be destroyed
Because of the actions of this
That has wedged itself into America’s teeth
We are a lost cause
SOS and in distress
So I implore the straw man
This FAKE thing
Masquering as a man
Do us a favor and disconnect yourself
There’s at least some honor in that.