A Personal God

Hands to the sun,

Held aloft by one wrist. An invisible thread leading into the sky.

A lonely stone idol in a beautiful forest clearing, with cold water running nearby.

White cloth and gold trim, a crown of wild flowers, a brass sword and leather hilt.

Eyes and teeth and fingers, sight from a dead face.

A being over my shoulder, my Patron,

Bright as the sun.

Whose warmth I feel on my neck.

Whose light passes through my fingers, onto all my work.

God of Nothing, God of Change-

Faceless turning, spinning, pulling,

Meshing, pinching, whirling.

Blood and Fire, Blood and Water

Blood and Earth,

Blood in the Air.