Deism

What great gods ruled the universe in eons past?

Gods of ocean with stormy blast,

Gods of winds with winding ways--

Upon this world they roamed--or so

I'm told. I listened to the stories old

From near and distant lands and

Wondered at the way they wandered

In search of life long-lasting beyond thought.

The cunning warrior endowed with wit

By strength and skill destroyed his foes

Not Death. No. Deliverance from death

No Mortal yet knows. Not famed archers

Nor spear-men bold for dragon killing known.

Death comes. And all must pass that door

To the world beyond our understanding.

The towers fall and tragedy erases

Monuments made by vanished men.

Even gods vanish; in time are veiled

From memory like moments sharp

That soften, and slowly disappear.

New gods are wakened by our powers

But then who, we wonder, is truly God?

We invent ourselves, invert ourselves

In searching still, for simple happiness and

Lasting life rich wrought with meaning.

We tell ourselves the gods are like us

Or we, like gods invent, therefor we can

invert what's seen and unseen, mystery and

Understood, Truth and falsehood in our hands

Like uneven measures in the hands

Of that blind woman who stands, sword ready.

We think we command the sword because

The words we use and alter to suit our needs.

But their is a man who spoke:"I said

you were gods" to sarcastic non-seekers

Who truly thought they sought aright the light

Of all ages in their careful texts.

They knew they asked the correct questions

And took him to task for wrongly replying.

They chose right and wrong. They chose

For everyone, for their gods were in their heads.

They would create and demonstrate their power

Fashioning some to follow their flight to heaven.

Enlightened, knowers, believing in the gods they

Best knew, crafted in the image of themselves.

Poor moon-faced idiots, they did not realize

They but un-wholly reflected the light of

that greater Son.