A Windblown Leif


The planks and oarsmen

Groaned as one,

The wind began to blow,

And at the bow

Leif Erikson’s

Unease began to grow.

He’d put his trust

In Jesus now

And sailed to serve the Lord–

Yet Odin’s raven

Mocked him as

The longboat left the fjord.

Soon blown off-course,

He pulled aside

A slave in his distress,

And said, “Bring me

Your mistress, thrall,

Bring me the prophetess!”

The witch came forth,

Her robe bedecked

With skulls and precious stones,

And calling on

The Alfather,

She cast her ancient bones.

“What is it?”

Leif called out to her,

“What do the old bones say?”

“They say a man

Should trust his god

To guide him on his way.”

And so he prayed

To his new god

And soon a land was found

Where food and game

Were plentiful

And “wheat and grapes abound.”

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