Idunna
Climbing,
Up and up to the crest of the hill
From the top of which shines the light of a thousand suns.
She stands before the trees,
Boughs glistening with the golden orbs of delight.
Sun rays fall down upon her,
Enveloping her in a shimmering veil of wonder.
Beckoning,
She calls me forth to stand among her trees
And lets the drops of infinite wisdom fall upon my flesh,
Singing in and mingling with my life’s blood,
Flowing through to my core.
Watching,
She turns, golden locks with strawberry’s kiss
Sparkling as bright morning’s dew,
And picks up her basket laden with the fruits of her careful labor.
She says without speaking,
“Come, follow me.”
Leading,
She takes up a path invisible to my eyes,
Proceeding with confidence born of experience.
I know not where we are traveling,
Nor does it seem to matter—
Only that I walk with her, behind her, alongside her.
Idunna.
