Hagalaz



Hagalaz


Some days I wish you were sweet.
That we could settle down and have a quiet life
In the country with babies and a garden.
We would sit and watch sunsets and argue over tomatoes.
I sometimes wish that you would come to me
In the easiest of forms
Forms that would comfort me
And soothe the heartaches I’ve seen in my life.

And as I sit at the Hallows and talk to you
As I wont to do, I also often cry and yell.
But I soon soften and melt
Because you have never yelled back.
You have only stared at me lovingly from the shadows.
You tell me that you love me every time.

I see you in so many men.
Men who have faced the horrors of this world
And survived somehow by miracles.
Men who are scarred and full of madness.
Men who are misunderstood and wise.
With each pair of eyes I stare into
I find another part of you to love

And you stare back at me from the darkness
Only saying “I love you” and showing me your full self.
And with each horror I witness
I soften like molten gold
In the crucible of your embrace.

They call you the Storm God
The fury and ecstacy of the winds that brings change
And your path is the path of
Brutal honesty, the darkness revealed,
And the madness that comes with loving you.

All of us women who love you go a little mad
Yet we also grow strong like mountains
And we birth future kings and wise leaders
Because we have the bravery to love you
And stare back into you.

To you, we are but a small drop of water
Tossed into the maelstrom of your love
Whipped into the high heavens and
Layer by layer, we are coated and formed.
Hale and Whole we become in the skies
Until we are ready to fall: Furious and Forceful
We descend from the skies like the rushing of wind.
Then, like a winged tide of Heavenly Retribution
We become that which breaks the brittle disease
In the hearts and minds of mankind.

- Christina Marvel

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