Afterglow
The bishop
sent him on his way
with one more blessing
that he may
be filled with fullness
by a deity
he could not see;
poor fumbling soul,
lost in the dark
and petulant, he whined,
when down the path
with flashing spirit in his mind
there came a lesser god,
indeed the very one that he
had just squeezed down to size--
and then
thus blinded, passed it by.
~
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