There is no male nor female in our gods.

Well, most of them, that is, for some prefer

To choose one or the other, and in their

Godliness, who could refuse their choice?

The head, a paragon of Balance, slow

And quick, both, a benefactor of both

Good and evil, right and wrong, a tome of

Histories stretching back across countless

Battles won and lost, both sides suffering

And thriving all the time. Their hair, long now,

Short then, a mullet in the 80s, changed

With ev’ry change in who they backed. Their eyes,

All argue on the color, but they’re set

In such a way that one can never tell

Where one stands in their sight, which can, on need,

Destroy a threat to balance, throughout time

Some think their vision may have blurred, but I

Believe they simply lost their fabled love

Of Justice. She, (she always does insist)

Has care for Balance, but they say she’s lost

Her scales (don’t let her hear you say it – or do,

Perhaps she’ll start to listen again. Perhaps

She only lost her phone and doesn’t hear

Our cries) and doesn’t take much action now.

The two were rumored to have had a love

Affair in France, but no one talks about

That anymore but Gossip. Their lips must

Power their brain, as they only find the

Truth behind their words after they have

Uttered them. Truth, however, stays up high;

Their words fall down faintly, and Gossip’s loud

Chatter from down low outnumber and drown

Them (Truth never did learn how to use a

Twitter account). And soon, it’s said, Truth will

Slip into sleep so deep they may never

Return. But now, let’s turn to happier

Gods: Laughter, their ringing sounds may be heard

Even in the depths of despair. Humans

Seem to call on them even more often

In those times, it seems, and what with newer,

Faster communication, we may share

Their joys with each other. A simple “Yeet,”

Can have us taking part in their endless

Joys. And small Peace, her frailty is often

Noted, but she hides in the in-betweens:

A hot cup, a warm blanket, a serene

Scene, all take a piece of her. Maybe soon

She’ll find a little strength and move towards

Loftier goals, but maybe that’s against her

Nature. Another point for us to fight

About some other time. To list all of

These Gods would take a lifetime, even more

If one includes their stories, all their loves,

Their battles, tricks, and sorrows all seem to

Merge together and morph into something

No one can understand. No human, least.

 

Th’important point to notice is the all-

Surrounding quality of these, our Gods.

For any fleeting feeling, or those long-

Sustained, by one event or many, or

By images still, by states of being

Or wants or needs, there lies some God’s hand long

At work, doing nature’s necessary

Deeds. And as all know, if you pay them heed,

Acknowledge their hand and show them respect,

They may turn a blind eye, as is their right,

But they may also show you some as well.