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~ By Courtesy of Others ~

Home Coming

Without food or drink,
I wandered,
Walking through forests and upon the wind-swept plains.

I was the only survivor of my kin,
Everything was burned by unknown folk who came to plunder.

Weak with hunger and thirst,
I could not walk any further.

I lifted my eyes toward the Northern Sky,
And I called out to Thor,
"Thor help me", "Help me find the strength to go on."

Three days passed and I got weaker. 
I felt as though none of my prayers have been heard,
And that I was going to die here alone.

Soon I saw a storm approaching,
I felt a breeze beginning to blow through my hair,
And rain drops upon my face
Lightning flashing and the sound of the thunder crashing in my ears

As I watched the storm,
I passed out from exhaustion.

Then the sound of thunder crashing in my ears loudly,
Awoke me.

The wind was blowing hard,
Soaking wet with rain,
And lightning dancing wildly across the sky.

A strange feeling started to come over me,
The hair upon my arms stood up on end,
And a burned smell came to my nose.

My eyes opened,
And I saw that I was in a strange place.

I was lying in a stone court yard,
With the rays of Sunna shining brightly.

Looking around,
I saw a beautiful woman sitting on a ledge of a fountain 
in the middle of the court yard.

I pulled myself up from the stone floor,
And walked over to her.
And asked,
"My Lady, Where may I be?"

The woman said,
"Come and have a seat next to me,
For I am Sif, the wife of Thor,
and you have come home."

Robert Etter

"It is the Hammer of Thor,
The God of Thunder,
God of the Working Man,
And my God."

Author of "A Devotional: Honoring Thor and Family" and "Thor, Midgard's Veurr, and the Fylgja",
Both together in one book:
Thor, God Of The Common Man
 

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