guildedandboundichor:

My gods are not dead.

My gods are alive.

My gods are present.

My gods are interactive.

My gods are hidden.

My gods are hidden in the debaucharies, in the bars, the formal settings where you wear a nice suit and drink a glass of wine.

My gods are hidden in the fields of grass, the sunshine upon my face.

My gods are hidden in the beautiful pearls around a woman’s neck, in the children running around.

My gods are hidden in the shadows that watch over us, in the air, cars and sea when we travel.

My gods are in the waves, or by the fire place. They are in the music we hum and listen to.

My gods are not dead. They are alive and with us.