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Woden I saw clearly in my mind's eye yesterday,
Thunor's strength I invoked to guide my way,
As across Nerthus' green fields I went,
Walked and walked until my strength was spent.
My sumbel the Elder Kin and ancestors I toasted,
Feasted I on beef well cooked and roasted.
Drank I the wine blood red and sweet,
The Old Ones' ways were easy to meet
The season from summer to autumn goes,
The winds of wyrd on their ancient path flows.
What must be shall be, no question of that,
Though we struggle and fight with Winchester and baseball bat.
Life is change and ultimately must bow
Under the decrees of Destiny, later and now.
May our lives we enjoy and our duties fulfill,
For the days shall come when we lie cold and still.
What happens after? People may say,
Heaven or Hell, to God's decrees none may gainsay.
Still the winds blow and the leaves turn,
Still we are soothed by water or hurt by a burn.
Autumn yields to winter, which to summer must surrender,
The payment for life is death, that we all must render.
Life leads to death, which will support life,
Peace never lasts and will always find strife.
That which we know as above so below,
We shall reap the goods of the actions we sow.
May our words be healing or cutting, appropriate to circumstance,
May they do more good than bad, let words not fly out by chance.
The waters still flow along their allotted course,
Hunters kill and eat with no remorse.
Life will replicate life as is its nature,
Death will reduce life to its proper stature.
Freya plot your course with compassion,
Woden give you wisdom and Thunor strength,
May Wyrd give your life a pleasing length,
May Nerthus provide for your needs a suitable ration.
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