Gods
The heavens hold the stars
The eyes of gods shine brite
Watching their creation below
Once worshiped, now a fading light.
From creation born
Their power still great
Their worlds have changed
Subjects turn to science.
What numbers cant answer
Religion holds the key.
For our lives are still theirs
Till new worlds form
And their worship restored,
As sure as stars in their space
New specimens will admire
At the beauty, at the grace.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2017
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