Invocations to the Nornir
by Loki Ragnarok
O Ancient Urd, As far as Time goes Back,
You were there,
Placing thread upon Satariel's spindle,
Gathering up the threads of each moment,
Holding it all within, Destiny's Instructions,
All the Fate that must be dealt,
All that cannot be ridden,
But must be transmuted by your binding curse.
You hold every birth and death.
You know their lessons, their loves,
And their allotted times.
You are a dark shadow forever stretching back.
Chief Warrior, adorned with the bones of wolves,
Mighty in Magick, Terrible and Hoary,
Ancient Grandmother show us our Fates,
Teach us the Orlog that rules us,
And how we may unbind and become,
The depths of our source as reflected in your well.
Werdandi, Werdandi!
The inescapable present!
For even when they say be present
It means nothing for we are always present.
The past and future do not belong to us.
All that we are is a processing,
So tedious and unbearable.
You are the only stillness that can be known,
Yet you are forever moving,
Ever twirling motion!
The heart of all treasures
That can be touched belong to you,
For you are all we own,
So fleeting and passing,
Each moment a birth and a death.
You are the raindrops falling
And their plummeting into the ocean.
You are the currents and the waves,
The rhythms and pulses.
You are forever eroding decay,
For even what appears to be solid
Is slowly disappearing in the passing of time.
Time passes through you
And is of you and is within you
And time passes out of you,
Yet you remain within.
Skuld, harsh one who reveals all beauty
Yet is the sharp stick of death
That pierces the heart and sets it to the grave.
You are the deliverer of all finality.
Your changes mark the crossroads
Of which there is no going back.
You are the revealing of fruits,
Medicine of nature,
And the promises of the toiling of the field.
You are the lover revealed and their reality
Far more than a dream or a treasure,
Wrought with the pain of life itself.
Skuld, what lies in store
And what necessary changes must I make,
To arrive at the shore you have set out for me?
What debt must I pay or sacrifice
To be blessed by the fruits and the treasures
That you have kept hidden?
Show me my destiny!
That which the Time Lord has kept from me,
I ask that you reveal!
Photo by Gunnar Kreutz.