The voice of Freyja, (Old Norse: “Lady”)

Press play.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

People can leave for any reason  

You know

But don't worry 

If they have to suddenly go

Because the heart was made to grieve 

From pain 

Grief 

Heartbreak 

Love

And so much more

For Pain 

Like the Pacific Ocean 

Comes in undulating waves 

When it suddenly beaches through your heart's front door

 

Making you sometimes want to faint and fall onto the ground 

But all you can do 

Is beat memories leathery drum hard

And recall those pivotal magical moments 

With their potent sound 

Bound by a love of some kind

And gather all those once-happy moments around

Pleading with angels  

The original ones 

Sent to save mankind

To stand strong 

As your eternal gatekeepers

To help you push back against the darkness 

Filled with political and social deceivers 

The ones who try to hold your hands when emotions start to run deeper 

And lead you into murky waters

We all know in here

You need rescuing and protection from the world's 

Crazy circus of violence 

All around you

For you are just ordinary folk

Clinging to hope

And praying Angels watch over you so you may grow strong

For even though your heart was built to love and grieve

For a reason

Pain still leaves a stain

When it appears like an act of treason

But even Death is just a turn

A slight turn in the journey

 

For one day 

We will all be reunited 

Underneath the tree with the golden leaves

No more to grieve but to smile and embrace

No more part of that seemingly neverending race

For in the heart that challenges all seasons

In the rain

Sun or snow

 Know this

Love never vanishes under the snow

Washes away in the rain

Or even burns up in the Sun

It just stays hidden in the middle of all hidden things

The mortal mind knows

Waiting for that particular memory song to be sung

So all its lovely moments can return and grow

And give you the consoling truth

You may sometimes desperately need

That even after a hard time of snow

Sun or rain

That there by your inner brook

Your happiness 

Strength

Resilience

And rebirth 

In the form of a sacred Lotus

Will flower again

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Freyja, (Old Norse: “Lady”), the most renowned of the Norse goddesses, who was the sister and female counterpart of Freyr and was in charge of love, fertility, battle, and death.