Andvevarljod

Andvevarljod Vendum vendum Or vordehaugen, drog eg ordi Leita songar upp or jordi Dreiv på vindar, vakre viser Lagnadsdiser, baud meg vitje, baud meg sjå, min eigen tråd, i Nornespå Rend er veven med ørlogstrådar Ramme rim, magnar banda Kvervelvindar, hapt i hugar Liv og lagnad, ordi avlar Såg du din fyrste dag Drog fyrste andedrag Der omkring stod nornar ni Vinda vevja, vind til liv Låg du der i favn åt mor Knytta i ei navlesnor Bytte den med ættarband Liv og lagnad, i det spann Møyer steig på ættarhaug Dansa yver alv og draug Vinden leiker, i møyer dreg Vinden som vil fylgje deg Nornar nie – steig fram vov og bandt – lagnad For min unge, eg gåver baud Så ingen vov med ilske; naud Ved stokk ved stein ved trolletein Spinn dei lagnad, utan mein Nornar nie, høyr meg! vord min veg, før med lindrande hender, i lækjande fotspor Andar inn, tankar svinn Andar ut, reidsle rinn Kvart eit drag, viljen veks Hjarte sler Vidt eg ser Vind i hått Vind i hugen I mitt mot I min vilje Slepp det fri Lar det fara Eg vert heil Eg er heil Kom vind i hátt Kom vind i hug Vilje som veks I temjande vers Kveikjer ein storm Den kveler sott og sorg Du vert heil Du er heil Eg vert heil Eg er heil No hev Nornar vevd si vise Songen stillnar vinden med Gåver gjevne til den som lytta Her eg stende i heilagt vé Gamalt minne lemnar meg ______________________________ Song of the Spirit-weavers Turn turn From the mound of my kin, I pulled up the words Dug the songs up from the earth Wondrous tunes rode the winds Wardens of fate bid me visit, bid me view, my own thread, in the web of Norns The loom is set with threats of fate Mighty rhymes, strengthen bonds Whirlwinds, bound into spirits Life and fortune bred by their words As you saw your first day As you drew your first breath Gathered around, stood nine Norns They wound and weaved wind to life There you laid in your mother’s arms, bonded by a navel-chord They switched it with a kind-thread And into it spun, life and fortune The maidens went upon the family-mound Danced over elves and dead The wind is pulling them playfully It‘s this wind that shall follow you Nine Norns – rise up wove and wound – fate On behalf of my child, I offer gifts So none are weaving with ill will By stick, stone and sorcerous distaff They spin your fate without ill intent Nine Norns – hear me guard my path and lead with alleviating hands and in healing footsteps Breathe in, thoughts vanish Breathe out, release the fear In every breath, the will grows The heart pounds I see wide and clear Wind in memory Wind in mind In my courage In my will Let it free Let it fly I become whole/healed I am whole/healed Come wind in memory Come wind in mind Into the growing will Into taming rhymes It kindles a storm, that strangles illness and sorrow You become whole/healed You are whole/healed I become whole/healed I am whole/healed Now, the Norns have weft their tune Their song stills, and with it, the wind Gifts were given to those who listened Here I stand on holy grounds and this old memory is leaving me

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 11, 2025