First published in the Spring 2015 issue of Tales of the Talisman.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
We Call Them the Gods
There are men in the sky, and we call them the gods. Their beards shine with the light of rejected stars, harbor failed empires and the wailing souls of extinct hominids. Always their dark, playful eyes are hot with mischief. They delight in a belief that the goddesses are impressed by their creations, amused even. Surely they got a kick out of Homo sapiens, that inferior clay fumbling wildly over the layout of design. Such fodder for comedy. But in dull pockets of timelessness, when the bearded ones are idle, the goddesses—because it is their way—have been known to nurture Earth’s fetal spirit, to channel love there, to fire-open seeds of art and philosophy, to spark the ambitious theories we never prove. Myriad tasks are assigned to fairies, mystics and angels; demons too, if it should lead to a truth. Much then becomes nurtured in the hidden spectrums of our souls, in the heart of posterity. There are men in the sky, and there are women. These are the gods.