I thought maybe snake handlers,
and the close minded,
weren't the best ones to advise me
about salvation and the cosmos.
The god they spoke of
wasn't a god of love,
so I released him from his duty.
My god looks like Jerry Garcia.
My goddesses are nurturers,
mountain mamas, and healers.
Like violets in the fields they stand,
sucking up the earth's magic
through bare feet on summer nights.
They gaze at stars and don't wonder
Even the spirits show up to follow them around.
Creators who walk through life
who write, paint, make music, plant seeds,
make babies, bake bread,
create laughter, or any feeling,
in a soul that has been numb.
This how we are made in the image
of the gods.