The God and Goddess of Old
I pray to the God and Goddess of old; I stand up tall and I speak out bold; For I know in my heart what’s right and what’s true; If you care to listen, I’ll share it with you.
Most of us pray to the very same God; But different names may make it seem odd; Too many people think their way is right; And all must conform or be cast to the night.
Hear my words and hear them well; For of a better way they tell; Analogies blossom and metaphors bloom; And mostly they tell us of darkness and doom.
“Worship our God or be cast into hell”; We’ve all heard the threats and know them well; They stem from a zealous ignorant pride, where fearful fools have chosen to hide.
There is but one force or God if you will; The name that we choose matters nil; Strive for enlightenment, seek what is true; Let compassion and honor guide all that you do.
And if threats of damnation should make you feel cold, just pray to the God and the Goddess of old.