the unnamed gods?
their hymns unsung,
i will pour milk out upon
the stones of their altar
when i can find them
We still can feel
the sun on our faces
the staff in our hands
hear the beckoning song
of the sea
What need have we of books
and collections?
What keeps us going
and loving and showing up?
I call it Faith,
everything else is advertising.
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