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Poetry out of Illness

May 15, 2008 - 0 comments
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pacemaker

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Asatru

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Healing

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Eira



Good health to all;

An important part of my Faith is giving thanks to The Holy Powers, not just as now, when I have had a pacemaker implanted to save my life, but every day.

I do this by speaking to the Holy Ones, through prayer if you will.

For occassions such as this, I write poems, as well as for other occassions.  Within my faith community I have a reputation as one of the better Skalds writing in modern English.

Within my Faith (Asatru aka Germanic Paganiism), we look to a goddess named Eira as the One who helps us heal.

I wrote this poem as I lay in bed during the hours after the procedure.  The 1st stanza is repeated as the Burden (chorus) of the poem, which I sing.  The cadence of recitation is much like Longfellow's "Song of Hiawatha."

Skald's Heart Helper – My Thanks to Eira

Eira Kind One, Eira Healer
Walks the Bright Worlds, of Gods and Men
Seeking sorrow, seeking illness
Bringing joy and mending the weal

Through all of time, mankind has sought
Ways to make whole that which is ill
Mind or body, broken or bent
We strive against ev'ry ordeal
- Burden -

The aging skald's heart stopped beating
Untimely pause, then pumped again
The world turned black and body sank
He fully woke and thought anew
- Burden -

He tried to think, wondered calmly,
Where did he go, what had happened?
Without warning, save smallish wooze
He was struck down, like poleaxed steer
- Burden -

His good wife true, had seen him slump
Was quite alarmed and well concerned
She got him to, those who could heal
To see that he, would still be hers
- Burden -

Alone he lay, upon a bed
Within the walls of Healing House
The wise ones there had told him that
His heart was strong, but needed help
- Burden -

They told him how, the beat had ceased
But breath stayed strong, and so did life
But cause was there to open chest
And place inside, a crutch for heart
- Burden -

And so they did, cut into him
And placed the thing, which sat and watched
To count the pace, and keep its time
So life would be, a long, good time
- Burden -

Through all of time, mankind has sought
Ways to make whole that which is ill
Mind or body, broken or bent
We strive against ev'ry ordeal
- Burden -
- Burden -

Be well all

Steven, aka Piparskeggr

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