Confessions of Gods

©2016, Olan L. Smith

Empty the spirit into the seven vortices,

Give life as gods to mortals, and suffer

Pain, sorrow, and know carnal boundaries.

What immortal understands the plight of a worldly anchor?

Less we, as gods, vacate godliness and become perishable

Our verdict is non actionable we shall not declare,

"We are superior." Giving them dreams, visions and fragile

Hope is not enough. We must become mortals ourselves to forbear.

Revelations are insufficient; we must void godliness

And become humans who live blameless until the end.

We must breathe air, bleed blood, and stand witness,

Then we will be able to say, we comprehend.