Thousands of gods, over the years have teased
history's most faithful, to bow and pray.
The trinkets, food and virgin's hearts, have pleased
graven totems and pagan dolls of clay.
Fresh rains fell and volcanoes were appeased.
The wars to judge which diety is best
have killed and tortured men, with bloody zest.
No need for books, nor fancy church facade
as any god will do, if heart is clean.
If mind is mild and soul's solemnly awed,
anybody's heaven stocks a scene
where Love may dance upon the esplanade.
How futile to invent a mighty Lord,
while humble tax-collectors stay ignored