Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

THE MAKERS

How do you make a thing
as thin as trust?
Start with your own bone, breath and flesh.
Learn to love it.
…in due time, let it mingle
among the limbs and love
of another.
Then: dance it into the world,
plant it.
How deep?
Decide this together,
knowing,
the seed will be watching,
like the eye of Faith,
as you cover it with earth.


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  1. AnonymousJune 12, 2014 at 10:00 AM

    Wonderful poem! I especially love the last three lines...the seed is watching, witnessing, pulling for the collaboration to work. Thanks, Robert, for keeping putting your work into the world.

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