Our gods are not always kind.
Our gods are not always
where we are.
Our gods are sunlight through
the trees at dawn, an ever-
present light
obscured
by
one leaf
or another,
fueled by an eternal
engine propelled by devotion.
To thank them is to turn them
into strangers who hold
open doors,
and
even if they
hold open doors,
they are never strangers.
Seek instead to spend wisely
their gifts and to look
them in the eyes,
not as equals
but
to
shed all
illusions as to
desire and sacrifice.
Be direct and so be directed,
shot like an arrow loosed
from Skadi's bow
stretched
across
the
morning sky,
without hesitation
or remorse, and
when the
leaves
fall
like
stars
you will hear
their whispered reply.
September 22, 2025
