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, September 3, 2015


How much room
is there really
on the rope?

If you walk it
like a grievance
then there is only
room for you
and the injury
you carry.

You may make
the crossing
but you will
end up
on other side

Why not find 
a better partner
than misery
to join you on the jaunt,
to make the passage more
like a high-wire dance?

And why not let
forgiveness be
the tenuous ground
you are traversing?

It just may add 
more pluck and grace
to your step
and make you 
less likely to fall
for gravity's 
dizzying sway.

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