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Wanderer Which I Follow

Wanderer which I follow, Deceiver in whom I trust
With cloak drawn tight and hat pulled low ‘gainst the wind
I make my way along the path you have set out before me,
And I face it without fear, All Father, though it may
Wind away into the dark of night,
Curving past the mound and twisting ‘neath gallows tree,
For I feel your watchful eye upon me ever as I stride,
And I know that I do not wander alone,
No matter where in the nine worlds I may tread.

Wanderer which I follow, deceiver in whom I trust,
To you I come seeking rede, and to you I come seeking might,
Father of the slain, Father of us all,
Guide my steps safely til the day you guide me home,
Til the day you call me to stand in glory by your side.

While standing by most humble hearth or in glorious hall,
Before great Althing gathered, to mighty kindred seated,
Or to none but the wild woods and the wights within,
I let your gift of Odhroerir fill me and flow forth,
Words tasting faintly of honeyed mead falling from my lips
To shout praises of our mighty gods and the gifts they do bestow,
To shape the tales of our grandest heroes and the monsters they laid low,
To sing of our beloved ancestors and their lines that stretch back to our beginnings.

Wanderer which I follow, deceiver in whom I trust,
To you I come seeking rede, and to you I come seeking might,
Father of the slain, Father of us all,
Guide my steps safely til the day you guide me home,
Til the day you call me to stand in glory by your side.

Once more I meet the challenge and once more I face the trial,
Once more do I find myself striding towards the fray,
But on this day will you lead me to glory, or shall it be my doom?
It seems to me far too often, Father, that you do offer them both
With the same outstretched hand.
But it is by your will that the two shall be meted out this day,
And so with a roar of your name I charge forth into the battle,
And let come whatever may.

Wanderer which I follow, deceiver in whom I trust,
To you I come seeking rede, and to you I come seeking might,
Father of the slain, Father of us all,
Guide my steps safely til the day you guide me home,
Til the day you call me to stand in glory by your side.

© Brad Shelby

 

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