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Winner of the Nerthus Agon Is….

Congratulations to Dr. E. Kelly.  Your submission won the agon. I’ll email you shortly to sort out the prizes. 🙂 

Everyone who submits receives a prayer card of Nerthus (if you already have Nerthus’ card, you can get a different card ) as a thank you. Please shoot me an email with your mailing address. 

And remember, folks, May’s Agon is for Hermes’ Mother Maia. Let’s give Her some prayers and poems — you know She had her hands full with Him! lol. 

Catching up on Nerthus Submissions

It’s finals time again, folks, so I’ve been mostly offline slogging through writing a couple of papers (I think I wrote my first MA thesis in less time than this one paper is taking, but at least I’m enjoying the topic). I’ve had multiple submissions to the Nerthus agon, that I’ll be sharing below in a moment. The Agon ends at 9pm EST tomorrow so if any of you are thinking abouit submitting, you have one more day. 🙂

Here are the outstanding submissions.

Prayer to Nerthus
By D. Fields-Bryant

Mama
As a child I call to You
I know You though I have never beheld Your face
Our veiled progenitrix
My heart pounds the shaman’s drum
As I greet You in Your domain
I both long and fear to be enfolded on Your lap
For You are Lady of both bounty and sickle.
Embracing Your form
My senses are filled with Your heady perfume
Petrichor and bog flowers.
Wise Earth Mother
Shrouded Keeper who marks the boundaries of my steps,
Winnow me
Separate the grain from the chaff
As I strive to be worthy
Of You and Your succor.

I Praise Your Name
By K. Usik

I Praise Your Name
She comes in guises, in masks
To me, She comes in black earth
Like writhing soot, Her roots touch each and every one of us
For that, I praise Her Name
In deadly might, She gives life
To insect, to grass, to waterways, to us
She is in us
I have never seen her face
Knowing the price
But I have felt her, cocked smile, as She points to the Earth
Savage soil
Seeds bursting
Emerging
Fehu, Ingwaz, Jera
Underground waterways
These are all mine, She says
And so are you
For how are we without Her? I want us to sing Her praises
As we did millenia ago
Your ancestors praised Me, and now you have a debt to do so
She whispers
Knowing Her, how could you not?
It is the absolute joy
In burdock, clover, dandelion, and plantain…
All weeds, we say
But that is where She gives Life
The soil, the blood, and bone
That is where She is
I call Odin the Great Sweeper
But She is the Great Swallower
Intense She is in Her Might
She sucks you in straight to the soil, to Life and Death
That is why we are trapped in Her Name
But I do not want to live in a world without Her
No
She is Life within Death
She is Death within Life
And to that, I owe her a debt
And to that I praise Her Name
Great Earth Swallower
Roots of Rivers
Bogs of Bones
Grower of Grains
And
Lady of the Forest
I praise Your Name

OK, folks, if you’ve emailed me and I haven’t posted your Nerthus piece, email me again, because this is all I have outstanding! Happy Saturday.

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Submission to Nerthus Agon

For Nerthus
by Susan Epstein

I offer Thanks to the Earth for all Her ways
During days of darkness, days of sunshine,
and all the seasons of the year.

Great Earth, to you I am a child
You are my home and place of belonging.

As Great Nerthus You go veiled
A fearsome goddess,
for those who see your face must die.

I await to see your face
only at the end of my life fully lived.

Until then, I imagine your face veiled

In the time of Spring by the verdant greens of earth
In the time of Winter, blanketed by snow
In the time of Autumn, colored by rich hues
Your ears delighted by the joyful noise
In the time of Summer by the shouting of children,
The gladness of wind in the trees,
and the cheerful talking of birds.

Oh, Nerthus, Earth is our paradise, our home.
You bless the fields with your fertile prayers
Drunk on the blood of men, a replenishment of your energy.

Grant us in these times a memory of the joy of the Great Trees,
And the rising of human consciousness toward conscious Being.

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Submission to the Nerthus Agon

For Nerthus
by C. Keller

Lady of the Veil,
She Who is too holy to look upon,
Terrifying in Her majesty.

You for Whom violence is abhorrent,
And for Whom peace is the price of Your visit,
I await the coming of Your chariot.

Let us rejoice in Your holy presence,
Your gifts of plenty to be celebrated,
Your tenderness of Your children a blessing.

No more the sounds of battle,
But only the soft splash of the willing supplicant,
Last breaths given gladly in Your honour.

Only death begets life spent with You,
My life force the named offering,
To behold Your wondrous face.

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Submission to the Nerthus Agon

The Cart (For Nerthus)
by P.S.V.L.

The entire village came out that day
when The Goddess’ Holy Cart wheeled near
and the passing of awe in solid form
took place amongst our people.

Once, I was the swiftest of runners…
but in my excitement at The Cart
I came too close to it, wanted to touch…
only to find its heavy wheels crushing my toes.

I cried, bled, fell, screamed out,
and in tripping down to the trodden earth
for only a moment I saw beneath the cloth,
the veil before the eyes of all in the village…

The Priest said that I must come with Them,
that now I belong to The Goddess,
that I may see beneath the cloth when I wash it—
and then go beneath another veil in turn.

Happy are We Who Are Called to serve Her
(though crushing of feet was no “calling”);
Happy are We Who Are Washed in the waters
in which the Goddess Herself is washed by the Washers.

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Submission to the Nerthus Agon

A Runeprayer to Nerthus
by An Anonymous Vanatruar

Hail to Nerthus Vanamóðir. Dwined (1) now my struggles, I shall dwell in Your strength, a rightful one’s riddle your roun (2).

I mind the Goddess of Dirt. In lowliness, Your holiness, I shall seek out Your seel (3).
Jera, Jera, Jera, Jera

I mind the Elstavana (4). To the Wise-Woman of Vanaheim, I shall make true my troth.
Othila, Othila, Othila, Othila

I mind the Frithbringer. In the wake of Your wain, I shall ne’er bear a blade.
Mannaz, Mannaz, Mannaz, Mannaz

I mind She Who Dwells Apart. In the still of Your grove, I shall stay my thought-grasping.
Nauthiz, Nauthiz, Nauthiz, Nauthiz

Hail to Nerthus Vanamóðir. Dwined now my struggles, I shall dwell in Your strength, a rightful one’s riddle your roun.

I mind the Vanamóðir. In the bield (5) of Your breast, I yield up my heart.
Berkana, Berkana, Berkana, Berkana

I mind the Shrouded Lady. Stripped of my striving, I shall rest in Your roun.
Pertho, Pertho, Pertho, Pertho

I mind the Knifebearer. For the sake of the swiving (6), I bow to the bloodflow.
Ingwaz, Ingwaz, Ingwaz, Ingwaz

I mind the Lifegiver. You are the Wight of the Wombswarmth, and for that I can only give thanks.
Gebo, Gebo, Gebo, Gebo

Hail to Nerthus Vanamóðir. Dwined now my struggles, I shall dwell in Your strength, a rightful one’s riddle your roun.

 

Notes:

  1. to dwine: from Old English dwīnan, from Proto-Germanic *dwīnaną — “to wither, dwindle away”
  2. roun: from Old English rūn, from Proto-Germanic *rūnō — “a secret, a mystery; a whisper”
  3. seel: from Old English sǣle (“good, fortunate, happy”), from Proto-Germanic *sēliz (“good, happy”) — “happiness, bliss”
  4. Elstavana — an attempted Icelandic / Old Norse construction, elsta Vana: “eldest Van-woman”
  5. bield: from Old English byldo, bieldo (“courage, boldness”), from Proto-Germanic *balþį̄ (“boldness”) — “confidence, assurance; relief, help; refuge”
  6. to swive: from Old English swīfan (“to move, sweep, wend, revolve”), from Proto-Germanic *swībaną (“to wipe, sweep”) — “to reap, to cut for harvest”

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Fourth Submission to Nerthus’ Agon

For Nerthus
by Sarenth Odinsson

They sank down into the waters
Held down by iron grips
A sacrifice for seeing Your holy Face

They sank down into the bog
Their blood reddening the waters
A sacrifice for keeping the community clean

They were offered to You
O Holy Nerthus
That the ways between us
May be kept well

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Third Submission to the Nerthus Agon

Sarenth Odinsson posted these prayers on his blog tonight and also submitted them to the agon. 🙂

See his submissions here: For Nerthus

Second submission to the Nerthus Agon

The Heifer Praises Nerthus
(by Dr. E. Kelly)

I pulled Her holy wain from the shore to the furthest farmland.

My thick and white-hided neck was looped with flowers. My horns bore bells. The priest watched the luscious blink of my long lashes, and the swinging tassels of Her linen drape.

Quiet now are the sacred axles. The wagon no longer creaks on the long and peaceful road.

Now my face looks down on sacred earth. Sod and grass enough to fill my belly are here, slowly taken one bite at a time.

The last bubbles ripple from the lake surface, steely grey sky striped black with moss.

Servants dance slowly in the marsh, limbs aloft in the waters that had so recently washed Nerthus’ face.

Ask what the sight can be that only those doomed to die may witness.

Birth runs backward. Their bodies settle into the Mother’s black flesh.
This is too holy to watch.

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First Submission to Nerthus Agon

A Harvest-Time Prayer to Nerthus
by Kira R.

Fruitful Mother,
Devouring Mother I hail You.

Eldest of all,
Veiled and Mighty

I sing Your praise.
Terrifying and trembling,
awash in adoration,
I will lay my treasures before You.

With head bowed low
upon the earth that is Your gift
(and our obligation),
I whisper my prayers
Thinking of You
and of Your holy groves.

You sent Your family forth,
gifting the world of man
with the arts of civilization.

These things You and Yours have given.
These things we have received:

The skill of drawing sustenance from the sea
The skill of tilling the soil
Of planting
of bringing forth crops
the gift of the harvest
The crafts of the earth and clay:
of throwing a pot and working a kiln
Of building
Of reading the weather
The yoking of animals
Stewardship of the land
Burial of the dead
The merit of sacrifice
The terror of mystery

For these things, we are grateful.
For these things we shall always remember:

Prayers to You, oh Nerthus, Ancient and wise.
Prayers to the Mother.
Be Thou always honored.