World Poetry Day

For Ogma, Miach, and Blodeuwedd, for their holidays this weekend, and everyone else too, because this Elm loves them all. Happy World Poetry Day...

On the Path
For many a confused and lonely day
I was jealous for others had someone to whom they prayed
But not I, I cared not for God's churches or preachers
I found nothing to connect to in the stern perfect features
I read and I loved the old gods from the stories
And I lapped up their frailties and glories
But they were fiction.

Then I found two ladies who believed those gods were real
I stayed quiet for some time, trying to learn to deal
With the wide new path that opened before me
Everything I wanted to believe from my books could be
Animals, plants, and rocks as valued world members
Humans with spirit, earth, wind, water, and embers
A part of the world around.

There are so many things to learn and study
Parts of the path are left to people and may get muddy
Others are straight, narrow, and determined by the gods
They are there, a cheering committee, and an approval nod
Creates such feelings of wonder, appreciation, and love
It is simple to understand why people worship the gods above
It is wonderful to be on the path.