i used to think there was one to rule them all.

how can one being be capable of all the stars in our galaxy,

let alone us,

scattered pieces of stardust?

the sun shines in my window, waking me up before i am late to school.

feeling the warmth of the embers as i near the hearth

the wink of the seasoned dock-goer on the coast of florida

the stern mother of two young children

the lightning in the sky, which comes before the thunder

the doe that darts in between the trees, and

disappears like magic

the soldier on the battlefield, 

laying in a trench.

our answered prayers,

are received messages

of many individuals.

all around us, 

are the old gods, of the new age