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, August 31, 2023

FLY AGAIN*

When you crash-land in a wilderness
and are lost and all alone

When your engine is
in desperate need of repair

When there is sand for miles
in every direction

When hope and trust are as arid
as the dessert wind

When you are roused at sunrise 
by a small odd voice

asking you to do something 
that makes no sense at all

Do what it says
Draw a sheep!

Performing this simple task 
will awaken a sleeping beauty 

Connect you to a sensitivity 
and an intuition

you knew when you were young
When you were pure at heart

When everything mattered
and was of great consequence

Remember this knee-high nobility 
It still lives within you

Let it tame you now
And you will fly again

*Inspired by re-reading The Little Prince




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