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Anglo-Saxon Christian Poetry

The Dream of Rood is one of the early Anglo-Saxon Christian poems dating back to the 8th century.    The poem is riveting.   It was  clear attempt to evangelized the warrior like culture of Nordic people.

The Dream of the Rood (Cross)

I saw then the Savior of mankind
hasten with great zeal as if he wanted to climb up on me…

He stripped himself then, young hero -that was God almighty-
strong and resolute; he ascended on the high gallows,
brave in the sight of many, when he wanted to ransom mankind

Translation taken from the Book of Viking Myths by Peter Archer.

For full poem:  https://anglosaxonpoetry.camden.rutgers.edu/dream-of-the-rood/

Happy Lent to everyone!

Caleb

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Life

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I know, I know, how hard it is

but for all the stars that shine
and the flowers that bloom

there is nothing more precious
than the light of her eyes.

Not even the sounds of the ocean
nor its gentle breeze

there is nothing more precious
than the laughter of her smile.

I know, I know, how hard it is

but if it is a miracle
when a star is born

it fails to compare
to the cry of a newborn.

Caleb
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A False Choice

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Love and life drained
in the agony of despair

a false choice that wants to rip
humanity from your heart

for the world calls you
to give up the fruit of your womb

to offer it as a sacrifice
to appease the gods

that we have built for ourselves.

That is not you! Your heart knows best
because you were made for more

yet you feel that you have no choice

but why such haplessness
before the dawn?

Don’t you know that light shine
its brightest in the depth of night?

Caleb
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Copenhagen (Edited Version)

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Seafarer, when are you coming home?

For you sailed before dawn could
light up the skies

and anxious are the lips
waiting for you.

Time fades as the waves
caresses the shores under her feet.

Careless and oblivious
with reckless abandonment

the sun takes aim at the sea
ignoring her plead…

A hope is whisper under her lips
for the Basilica bells still ring

calling you home.

Caleb
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