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Stone Gods


Photo Credit: Chris Ensey

Worship Gods carved into stones,
With deep reverence stemming from generations,
Wishing for health and prosperity,
For yourself and your next of kin.

Shower gifts and offerings in plenty,
Hoping for a blessings, a better future,
In return for our unsullied adoration,
Pray stone Gods save our tomorrow.

Do they truly?
Or is it a facade of our "self",
A "self" that we are too estranged to see,
A "self" lost in the pages of our beliefs.

Aching for validation in rocks,
Why don't we chisel inward through the veils of our glorified illusion,
Seek within, and reverberate with every speck for all the faith we yearn,
And in return find the self that was once born pure.

But if you must, pray to the sun that shines every morning,
Pray to the winds that bring rain,
Pray to the earth that lay beneath,
Pray to your health that suffers your carnage everyday.
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