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, February 8, 2018


Crow made the cupola 
with their flight.
The oak were the arches.
The meadow, the high altar.
Train whistles, dog barks, children
laughing, were the voices of the choir.
The sunlight was the sermon.
Experience, strength and hope,
the chalice and the wafer,
offered with humility,
and with humor, by those
brave enough to speak.
Faith was in the fellowship
that blew through the circle of us
like a breeze climbing 
the steps of a secret steeple.

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