She reigns supreme For M lady Siddartha Beth

story poem

 

 

 

She reigns supreme.

 

The old gods sleep they are not dead

Although neglected still they wait

for worshippers who long since fled.

Hope to regain their former state.

 

This hope they cherish as they dream

 of pomp and power and sacrifice

and in their wakeful moments scheme.

But all their schemes will not suffice.

 

To reinstate their golden days,

The days when they held pride of place

and worshippers sang in their praise.

Before they fell into disgrace.

 

Invaders came with foreign gods.

Displaced the local deities.

Though some survived against the odds

 and still were worshipped secretly.

 

As fashions change new gods prevail

and the old gods are driven out

But true believers will not fail

They know without the slightest doubt.

 

Although in public they comply

with dictates of authority.

This is pretence for public show

but deep within their hearts they know.

 

The Mother Goddess rules us still

though she appears in different guise.

She always did and always will.

 She is all seeing and all wise.

 

10-Jun-08

Reviews

[Damian Alan Gray]

Humankind's greatest arrogance is that we understand the gods, and that we attribute their likeness to ourselves. The gods are what the gods are, and no amount of fashionable change in our belief systems will change that the gods exist now, then, and always. Far too often we presume to be in control of who or what we worship. Once we finally realize on a global basis that the objects of our worship are simply archetypes of what our society currently deems worthy, we will then know the true meaning of worship.

Nicely penned, and I couldn't agree more with the sentiment.