227. Weaving Destiny
Three maidens sit, fate's weavers busy working.
Mothers of the past, the present, and the future,
Diligent designers of each and every moment in time.
Urd takes the woven cloth of a life that has been lived,
Carefully places it on the dusty shelf of distant memory,
She is the great librarian, keeper of all that once was,
A tireless collector of rare antiquities for time eternal.
Verdandi is always scrambling, contends with here and now,
She must be very quick because what is does not last.
In the blink of an eye the present becomes the past,
Slipping through her fingers, and lost to her forever.
Skuld is the busiest, works her fingers to the bone,
Tiny fibers of time spun onto spools of what will be.
Collected and stored away, awaiting the next birth,
Safely locked away, life' s first breath the sacred key.
Every child, each life, individual strands carefully woven,
Intertwining, forming, bonding, causing time to coalesce.
As they take their first wailing cry their path is already set,
And their feet have been placed on the road to destiny.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.