With voice heavy in the sultry air
Or clear in the cooling crisp
Gods and goddesses speak,
As is their nature,
Through stars, signs, and seasons
Barely heard in the disintegration of a meteorite
Or fall of a leaf,
And so easily eclipsed
By digital billboards.
Our longest day is brief
The shortest briefer.
Live each moment expecting to hear
The voice of an immortal
Lengthening your soul
With at least a brief glimpse of eternity.
By a pagan Christian who cannot deny the existence of other gods and who loves Jesus Christ because he departed unto a mountain to pray (and because he took to his grave the bloody sacrifices).
Prompted by Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Light and Dark.