It's fun to speculate when the gods appeared
Days end: the people circled 'round the fire
for warmth, for company, for stories.
A desert place, as like as not, for deserts
have a way to make the mind go wandering.
Just as it was nomads, as like as not,
who had simplicity on their side.
Influenced by the moon and stars,
someone may have said:
I wonder who it is that made all this?
Not what it is, or how all this was made?
but who. From which a dozen busy minds
evolved the start of she whom we call God.
The gods themselves may well have smiled.
"Now starts the game!" one might have said,
"story tellers such as these, and not that
much to do all day. It won't be long
before we have a proper play."
Of course the people made a mess of it,
a hundred names, a hundred concepts;
all miss the mark. Describe a moonbeam's
song, or how a flower meditates on love.
No help comes from the Pantheon.
The gods will have their fun with us.
Ralph Hausser, 5/2011
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