219. Summer Solstice
Our great Mother Jord, bathed in Sunna' s light.
Mother Earth cradled within Sunna's comforting hands,
As her warmth radiates out across Jord's vast lands.
In the far north our hard riding Sunna never sets,
She repays that cold region for their winter debts.
These Arctic Circle residents, call her the midnight sun,
For them its a time when Sunna' s horses stop their run.
The poles are dressed, leaves and flowers are strung,
While in each and every village the great bells are rung.
Children playfully weave wreaths, and wear them as crowns,
While everyone rejoices, with singing and dancing in the towns.
So pour a libation to the Gods, and for yourself a tall drink,
Then honor Mighty Sunna with a hearty toast, and a wink.
In the evening light a bonfire, and remember these days,
And keep in your heart the joy of Sunna's warming rays.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.