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A Sacred Circle
A calm breeze filled the summer air; The smells of blossoms were soothing beyond compare!
The trees were stretching themselves in joy; The shining Sun their leaves would soon employ.
A hallowed circle was lovingly erected; By runes carved into the earth it was protected!
Prominently displayed was the sacred As rune; Today I hoped to speak to Odin and Thor soon.
I turned in each direction during the Hammer Rite; The circle was hallowed for the ceremony tonight.
Nervously talking, I welcomed the Asagods to the blót; Their presence was a joy, for I feared them not.
Asking for holy gifts, I offered them one of worth; Beer, not blood, was poured forth onto the earth .
Receiving my offering, I raised my cup; They blessed it with strength and knowledge as I held it up.
Drinking their gift, I then packed everything away; I wished them thanks for visiting me today.
Though our time tonight was very short, I am happy that their love of kin I can support.
The Old Gods call us to meet them half-way; Won't you give it a try, this sun-kissed day?
A calm breeze filled the summer air; The smells of blossoms were soothing beyond compare!
The trees were stretching themselves in joy; The shining Sun their leaves would soon employ.
A hallowed circle was lovingly erected; By runes carved into the earth it was protected!
Prominently displayed was the sacred As rune; Today I hoped to speak to Odin and Thor soon.
I turned in each direction during the Hammer Rite; The circle was hallowed for the ceremony tonight.
Nervously talking, I welcomed the Asagods to the blót; Their presence was a joy, for I feared them not.
Asking for holy gifts, I offered them one of worth; Beer, not blood, was poured forth onto the earth .
Receiving my offering, I raised my cup; They blessed it with strength and knowledge as I held it up.
Drinking their gift, I then packed everything away; I wished them thanks for visiting me today.
Though our time tonight was very short, I am happy that their love of kin I can support.
The Old Gods call us to meet them half-way; Won't you give it a try, this sun-kissed day?
A blót is a Asatru ritual to the Gods in order to receive their love, kinship, blessings or other things. This is a short poem depicting one that I did recently.
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