To where do the Gods fall?
Do they ask for help?
I don’t recall them
falling in the first place,
their eyes didn’t show me
that they weren’t well
Or through my light
they just didn’t reflect hell
Perhaps the question is,
“What reason did they need
to visit from the sky?
Did Mother Earth send them a sign?
Did she call for some assistance?
To help bring forth the vision?
Were the nonbelievers growing plenty?”
they stretched too unfulfilled,
there was no more problems to kill
No more decisions to make,
no more souls to take
The work load is for the grounded,
ancestors are swamped with drama
The people must do the honor
of delivering themselves from trauma
The Gods must fall to blend in
to show the people their truest reflections
I would hold in my heart the message,
as a Goddess who too shines reflection,
“Be calm. Redemption is at rest.
Don’t wait it until you’ve affirmed your best,”
“Your principles must keep you aware.
Don’t sway too low, the Gods have fallen
to protect and to select those who are
opened from the eye of benevolence.”