In our revelry
the great gods joined us,
Drank with us,
Laughed and cried with us.
In the hall and around the fire
our ancestors met,
in a circle filled with more than our bodies.
In a timeless and spaceless vacuum,
In ginnungagap we gathered
as its primordial realm overlapped Midgard.
Old friends and far travelers shared stories
and forged community
in the name of frith and goodwill,
And strangers parted as friends,
already thinking on the next chance
to become something greater than self,
and thinking about the bonds of human love.