“The past is behind, learn from it. The future is ahead, prepare for it. The present is here, live it.”
― Thomas S. Monson

Externsteine Foto by Pixabay
Freestanding sandstone cliffs in the Teutoburg Forest / Germany.

It took some work for me to write this poem in English. I am a native German speaker. I will publish this poem separately for my German friends.

Dedicated to my ancestors

My beautiful tree, you Yggdrasil,
a Ash tree miracle power.
Raise your face above me
and everything that was there,
and supports the worlds kingdom of heaven,
never withering perfection.

Held by deep roots
and your tribe is powerful and strong.
This is how Midgard finds Utgard
and they both see Niflheim.

I see the eagle high in the tree top
who sees everything that ancestors see.
The beautiful wild animal on your body
thrives and will keep splendid.
We live in your shadow,
Teutons that we always were.
We never groan and honor our heroes,
who stayed true to Odin.

The call of the wise sounds from Asgard
In our sacred nature.
It is written in rune stones
hammered out of the bravery of warriors.
Hardened with thunder and lightning,
forged to the lance of courage

We are still there
sintered through all the torment now,
and wise the spirit in us is immortal,
warmed by the mountain of midnight,
to shine in moonlight and ice.
All the strength and power to survive Ragnarök ...
lives in our tree of life,
who you are forever and forever …

It is impossible to sacrifice ourselves to the wild animal.
We are never divided in spirit,
and ultimately the truth will always prevail,
that is the law of the worlds.

The source of all worlds
penetrating all the time.
The sound in the center of Veritas.
Elysium of true light.
Home of my fathers.
Green of my brothers' meadows.
Gold in my mother's heart.
My sisters fertility.
Song of freedom of my mind.
My people's resurrection.
Fire of my species.
You were, you are, will always be:
Truth indestructible.

The last lance is not fired yet
and not carved 1000 arrows.
Tangled to death for centuries
And only sweaty for foreign blood.

Until my last strength dries up
I never want to bend down again.
Even if my sword bends ...
the future lies in the thunder
and I want to decorate Donar.

How wonderfully the time burns.
Strong warriors of the great people.
Whoever separates the hearts of the people
creates the tigers in it.

Those who slept long, who dreamed long,
are awakened in deep joy,
Animate Odin in battle.
Courage and honor to our fathers,
meant to our mothers,
let’s climb to the circle of Ases,
there in the land of midnight.

We want to celebrate our ancestors.
We want to take care of the country.
Fight for freedom's sake
for love and mind,
because we were always Teutons,
with valkyries by the hand.

My picture "The tree of dreams"

(c) by myself

It made me very happy!