Rune Ruminations

ᚠ:

Lords of wealth,

And Earthly stride,

Pave the way,

Where wagons ride.

ᚢ:

Drinking from,

Those robust horns,

Wild, merry,

Fighting forms.

ᚦ:

Building high,

Crumbling low,

Bushes prick,

Protect from foe.

ᚫ:

In the chest,

There lies a flame,

Howling wind,

Calls the name.

ᚱ:

While in motion,

Keeping wits,

Travel far,

On land or ship.

ᚲ:

On the wall,

The iron holds,

Illumination,

Of the soul.

ᚷ:

Equal arms,

And roads to cross,

Giving and-

Accepting loss.

ᚹ:

When one sits,

In total silence,

Peaceful sky,

And setting sun.

ᚺ:

A sudden change,

To rouse the soul,

Under toil,

Life unfolds.

ᚾ:

The lesson learned,

The wisdom gained,

From times of strife,

From times of strain.

ᛁ:

That which blocks,

Can also shine,

Stillness heals,

And also binds.

ᛃ:

Round and round,

The wheel turns,

Largest fests,

And wood to burn.

ᛇ:

High and low,

Our arms in each,

Up and down,

Is all in reach.

ᛈ:

Roll the dice,

Already known,

By the well,

There sits a crone.

ᛉ:

Alert to all,

Wind or squall,

Blood rushes,

Antlers tall.

ᛋ:

Sword of light,

Bolt on high,

Shine your rays,

From cloudless skies.

ᛏ:

Measures made,

And painful trades,

Wars to win,

And debts to pay.

ᛒ:

Silver, yellow-

Black and white,

To gaze upon,

In pure delight.

ᛖ:

Trust in friend,

And never foe,

Ones we move with,

Bonds that grow.

ᛗ:

Two wishes,

One reward,

Bridge of gaps,

Connecting fjords.

ᛚ:

Roads upon,

All things connect,

The higher world,

And darkest depths.

ᛜ:

Enclosed within,

A hidden space,

Seeds were sown,

Now taking shape.

ᛟ:

Holy home,

Within the blood,

Sacred space,

From fire or flood.

ᛞ:

At the end,

There shines a light,

Decimation,

Of the night.