Who is to say the Old Gods do not roam this world anymore? Those Old Mythical Creatures of Ancient times?
Or those Gods of the American Indian?
Whose to say that science isn’t right?
That everything and everyone is all created along logical sequence…and operate along the same way?
Who is to say that physics isn’t a true fact?
Or to argue the Holy Book(s) are not true?
Who is to say?
Not I…never me.
Because I see the moods reflected in the sky.
I feel the wind ripple the water, the plants and touch my skin.
I stand all amazed at the morning light in the eastern sky
And walk at midnight under ragged clouds covering the moon as it advances across the heavens.
I’ve had my eyes filled with color as the noonday sun gradually slides into twilight and darkness
I’ve watched the earth turn…from the shortest days to the longest days. From the longest days back to the short dark days.
No matter how the heavens appear, or how they function, or what logic lays in their operation…I agree with those of old.
God(s) Make the Sky…there is no other explanation for me.
From my world to your heart,