I cannot be touched, caged, heard, smelled, or impeded. I can help man, woman, or child survive under the earth, below the sea, rocking on a boat, alone in the desert, or in the deepest throes of depression. Women have been named for me, the group of me consigned to me forlorn charged first into … More Twenty Seventh Riddle
I am a friend to the martyr, true soldiers, and moral men of peace alike. My opposite is needed for me to shine, without dear I am never really known. No good people doubt my worth. I can exist in male and female, strong and weak, poor and rich, Pagan and Christian, proud and humble. … More Twenty Sixth Riddle
What can save the glutton from a heart attack, an alcholic from delerium tremens, a country from war, a public person from shame, an angry man from hateful speech, and make even a dull man seem wise?
I bring down the wicked, but may bring down the good if misused. Sometimes my requirements are harsh. Some make their living seeking me, some by commiting crimes against me, some purely for their own benefit, and some pretend to seek me but really thwart me. Mercy may restrain me, but I can never be … More Twenty Fourth Riddle
What eludes the foolish one and can prevent frostbite, save crops, prevent bankruptcy, protect a merchant from theft, a young person from abduction, a teacher from humiliation, a thief from detection, and even a man from sin?
I free icy hearts, am the secret of self-sacrifice, kill hatred, am the best of the four loves, am increased by being shared, and will abide when all earthly things have passed away. What am I?
My roots are humble, my beginning small and dark, my youth plain, my maturity quite glorious. When woven with members of my family I adorn the heads of Hellenic brides or the brown maidens of the world’s largest ocean. I enlist the help of man, birdbeast, bird, bug, and wind to produce offspring. Try and … More Twenty-first Riddle
What hurts one who has it more than its object, cannot be sensed by radar, touched, or reasoned with and will wither and die without its target?
I must bend before I kill. A small version of me plays long strings in echoing chambers. I was used by Eskimo Hunter, English Yeoman, and Mongol Warrior. I was banned by a pope for use against Christians when “cross” was added to me and my shape bent to match the name. I cannot be … More Nineteenth Riddle