Many Gods and Goddesses
Were cast aside
For the One
Who soon became three

Ancient ways
fell to bleached beauty
an alabaster past
only spoken of in whispers

New ways rose
filled with demanding people
shepherding crowds
into a narrow path

Within the new
the old is living
all recast into new bronze
language shifted

To fit another drive
But still the drumbeat
takes faithful feet
dancing along blindly

In all the world
there is only one right
and in all the world
that one is many-faceted

God wears every face
even the one we see
in the mirror
God is the multitudes

The ancients
bleeding into the new
constantly brought
back to life

As it has always been ~ Caroline A. Slee