Author: warriorpoetgirl PM
A response to a friend regarding my faith as a Folkish HeathenRated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual - Words: 170 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-19-12 - id: 3075882
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You asked me what my religion is,
so I shall tell you.
My religion has no name
for it is older than the idea of religion,
though some have called us Heathens,
the dwellers on the heath-lands.
My religion was born from sacred experience
of the earth, sea and sky
and thousands of generations of
wandering among forests and fields,
snow peaked mountains and
wild, raging rivers.
My religion is rooted in the soil of Europe
and was shaped by the Alps and the Danube.
My religion was carried over the mountains
and into the valleys in songs of one-eyed gods
and the lord of thunder rolling across the sky,
in songs of gods that once walked the earth,
and whose mighty deeds shaped the landscape,
gods who bound great wolves, snared dragons
and won the gift of poetry by sacrifice.
My religion was not taught to me,
it is my religion for
these gods are in my blood
a sacred inheritance
from my ancestors of long ago.