I stand before the altar and call to my ancestors,
Fill my horn with mead, and raise it high to honor them.
I take a deep breath, and drink a long toast to their memory,
And then images flood my mind like a raging river.....
From a time long since past I hear their ghostly screams,
Across a great distance of untold length I feel their pain.
I see their anguished expressions, as I look into their eyes,
Their fear and trepidation makes my whole body tremble.
From the distant past I feel their panic, hear their frantic pleas,
Their cries for help resound in my ears like a siren !
Wanting..... No ! Needing to help them I seek them out,
But the years are too many, the distance far too great.
With eyes filled with tears, I throw down my horn in utter frustration,
And cry out to the Gods, Why did the Christians do this ! Why !!
In front of the the altar, exhausted, I sink down in despair.
And whisper, "What can I do ?! How do I make this right ?!"
Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012.
Go with Odin' s wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !