Poem 431 : The Thread Of Life
Searched among the many dyes, would my hair be blonde or red ?
They watched over my mother, decided which day I was to be born,
When I breathed in my very first breath, it was chosen by a Norn.
Verðandi began to weave my life, at the moment of my birth,
While Urðr studied the material, to judge what I was worth,
With an eye to the future, Skuld carefully watched me as I cried,
For she had already measured my life, and set when I had died.
Everyday they watch over me, take care to check my health,
Occasionally a gold thread is weaved, adding to my wealth,
If my Hamingja abandons me, and I should meet misfortune,
The Norns will add another thread, and return to me a portion.
The Fates walk along with me, like a doppelganger in the night,
They bring to me much happiness, but sometimes cause a fright,
I curse the Norns for each bad deed, but thank them for my luck,
Look to them for care and guidance, ask for help when I am stuck.
But now the strong threads are worn, with age the ends have frayed,
Like a dream lost to an awakening, the past is now beginning to fade,
The Norns will watch me to the end, every stretch of thread to save,
And when I lay down for my final rest, they will lay them on my grave.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2018.