Meeg dir die Rees blatt sei. (Roon Reit)
Meeg fer dich es Schtromwasser waarem sei (Loch)
Meeg dir der Laaf darrich der Busch sicher sei (Baerk)
Un meege der Holle ihre Hend dich darrich die Miehl voraafiehre. (Yaahr)
Meeg dei Warick dir en guder Urleeg baue (Engel)
Meeg dei Naame lang gschproche warre (Gewwe)
Mit gudem Lob un mit Liewe. (Winsch)
Meeg dich die Vorgenger aalache. (Ochdem)
Weil du des Lewe verlosscht (Haagel)
Weess as du dei Abdruck hinterlosse hoscht. (Eis)
Vorwaerts noch die Miehl! (Reit)
Vorwaerts noch Endlosichkeet! (Yaahr)
Heele zum Reeser / zur Reesern (Fackel)
Mach's immer besser! (Engel)
Mach's immer so! (Mann)
May your journey be smooth and even, (Reit rune)
May the stream waters be warm for you. (Loch)
May the walk through the wilderness be safe (Baerk)
And may the hands of Holle guide you to the Mill. (Yaahr)
May your actions build you a good Urleeg (Engel)
May your name long be spoken (Gewwe)
With a good reputation and with love. (Winsch)
May the forebears smile upon you. (Ochdem)
As you leave this life, (Haagel)
Know that you have left behind your imprint. (Eis)
Forward toward the Mill! (Reit)
Forward toward infinity! (Yaahr)
Hail to the traveler! (Fackel)
Make it always better! (Engel)
Make it always so! (Mann)
Robert L. Schreiwer, 13. Gehling 2019
To be used as a final rite when someone is nearing death.
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Sunday, October 6, 2019
“‘Siss net alle Daag Ernt”
So goes the old proverb
Indeed, every day is not the harvest.
The harvest is special;
It empowers us ,
Feeds us ,
And carries us forth.
Like the Grain Goddess --
Yet Her name so elusive
Through the rocky course of history.
Yet we know
We feel Her pull,
And we yearn to meet Her.
She feeds us as Her own
For we are kernels nestled together
Protected by Her husk.
Her silky hair surrounds us
As we grow as siblings .
Her name reflects the strength of kin
As She reveals Herself to us at last:
Siwwa, Sibba, Sippa, Sif
Hail to the Grain Goddess!
Hail to the Lady of Kinship!
In Thy hall every day is the harvest.
And the grains fall to us in Mannheem.
We plant them
And nourish our bodies
And our souls.
-- Robert L. Schreiwer, 2019
All hail the Apple
Perennial fruit of health!
That which keeps the doctor away.
Medium of tests,
Such as the shaking of Holle´s tree.
Medium of schemes,
Such as the poisoned ones of tales.
Is a mighty fruit!
Often not given its due
In this modern age
Of widespread transport
Bringing fruit from all places
To a store near each of us.
Yet the Apple holds a higher place
As the Guardian of the Gods
Keeping Age and Death at bay
And thwarting even Time.
Who is worthy to carry them,
These incarnations of Life Force?
It is the graceful Idunn,
Goddess of Rejuvenation,
Who bears the miraculous fruit.
Science has proven
What the ancients knew from experience.
That which Idunn brings
Bestows health and wellness
Upon those who partake of it.
So hail to the Apple,
Hail to the Great Goddess Idunn!
Hail also to the community
That She sustains!
-- Robert L. Schreiwer, 2019