Urda
by Seawalker
Grandmother spins,
Spindle made of lightning,
Wheel made of wind,
Distaff made of stars,
Drawing from the greater Wheel
That turns around us
Yet is never seen.
They work in its rhythm,
And so do we, though
We know it not. But you,
You can see the echoing rhythm
Of tide, Moon, Sun, galaxy,
Whirling planets and the throb
Of blood in the veins
You can follow the ways of
Death and rebirth,
The dance behind the cycle of time,
Or you could,
If you could watch faster
Than any mortal eye can see.