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~ By Courtesy of Others ~


Woden

I do not want it to ever be said
that I have overlooked even a single blossoming fruit
upon the Tree.

Oh my Lord, I do not wish to cling so blindly to Your spear, 
that I fail to notice the ripest of blossoms you proffer 
in your extended hand, plucked for my benefit alone, 
from the Tree upon which You hung.

Were I to do so, I would be like a faithless woman 
who ignores her husband in favor of countless paramours,
like mead without honey, bread without yeast, speech without substance, 
a heart without pain.

I would be of little use to You 
did I not accept that which is both terrible and loving in your nature,
the pleasure as well as the anguish, the gifts as well as the fear. 
You are manifold, My God, many-faceted. 
And yet, with me, You are constant.

Galina Krasskova, 2005

 

Image: "Wotan takes leave of Brunhild", Author: A.Bauer, Engraver: P.Jazet (19th century)

 

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