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, 2025


FIELD GUIDE

Just when you think you can’t 

walk any farther and there’s

nothing but bogland stretching

for miles ahead of you

and the sky is threatening to

unleash a fury of rain and fire

or both (because it has and it can)


just then is when the clouds

shape and shift into a symbol

you recognize as if they, in their

knowing, knew exactly what 

you needed to see, a sign

that no stone, scripture or Irish air

could hold so simply.


This sudden revelation could happen

anywhere or at any time,

in the skies of Connemara, Kentucky or

in a remote region of your own body.


Opening to it, to love, is always

the answer, no matter 

the weather or conditions of 

your searching, seeking heart.

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