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, December 19, 2024

THE GONG

One day


the body

the spirit

the heart


in unison 

will crack open.


You will hear the breach.

You will feel the breach

like an ancient gong 

ringing in your bones.


You will become the golden circle

singing from its rung center.


You will become the listening

that accompanies this sonorous sound

as it slowly widens and ripples 

its invisible rings into the silence

that surrounds you and is within you

the way Winter slips into

the darkness of its Solstice

like a night shirt.


Pay attention.

Never look away.

Guard me like an angel.

Protect the arc of my being

with an armor of light.

Know what I need

and what I do not.


This is what the gong will say

and what you will hear

if you are truly listening.


If you meet and greet its message

with the love and devotion it is asking for

you may just heal the holy perimeter

and keep most, if not all,

breaches at bay.

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