The Hammer

Time was,
when drift of storm
shattering imeasurable across
the rim of Earth
would lure me,
implaccably,
into open waiting darkness
breathless with hot power
from the hammer of the red-haired god,
irresistable in strength,
His laughter rumbling thunder,
His presence a place
delighting
where I often wandered
eager and afraid,
with open mind and heart
searching for the slash
of moment's blue-white
radiance to crash into
my world,
delivering a  freedom
welcomed as enlightenment,
as searing as a lover's ecstacy
of infinite,

And still I find Him so
in my reluctant aging,
lowering across my path
and home
when late spring skies
boil thunderous
through long night stained by city,
the stinging rain
His fiery hair against my skin,
the howl of wind His grin of joy,
and the sparks
Mjollnir cracks
from striking world
flash down from His eternal hand
revealing the old walnut tree
as Yggdrasil
pure brilliance framed in darkness,
limned with my belief
and faith
in ancient sacredness

yet though I welcome Him
as ever I have done
and will,
I no longer seek my
understanding
beneath the
tender smash of hammer,
for long ago He took
that old desire from me
with gentle taps of Mjollnir
light enough to grant me
wisdom without death,
and now, although I
always stand upon the brink
of power watching  
strength and nature's justice
march across the hidden stars
and cowering humanity
I am content to merely
know His passing,
to stand before His raging joy
and understand
that when my time is finally done
He will return
to take me to eternity.

For now, although I
still love to face His presence
He has replaced
my old desires with new,
my fear with hope,
my bitterness with satisfaction
and this strangeness known
as Future,
in the form of
our two growing sons,
our shining joy of daughter,
and you.