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Woden
I do not want it to ever be said
that I have overlooked even a single blossoming fruit
upon the Tree.
Oh my Lord, I do not wish to cling so blindly to Your spear,
that I fail to
notice the ripest of blossoms you proffer
in your extended hand, plucked for my
benefit alone,
from the Tree upon which You hung.
Were I to do so, I would be like a faithless woman
who ignores her husband in
favor of countless paramours,
like mead without honey, bread without yeast, speech without substance,
a heart
without pain.
I would be of little use to You
did I not accept that which is both terrible
and loving in your nature,
the pleasure as well as the anguish, the gifts as well as the fear.
You are
manifold, My God, many-faceted.
And yet, with me, You are constant.
© Galina Krasskova, 2005
Image: "Wotan takes leave of Brunhild", Author: A.Bauer, Engraver: P.Jazet (19th century)