God, I pray you might humble
the grand, beautifully ornate and rather useless temple
of my self-importance,
and grind it into the common dust,
from which the actions, and best grace,
of this world are composed.
I am in the process of writing a book of devotional poetry/prayers that will be largely Deanic focussed, but will include a few poems I wrote before finding Deanism that are more Neopagan themed. 238 more words
My god winks when the light catches Him, like silver, like steel. The white of His smile my only guide as I chase Him through the shadows, blind, reaching out to catch Him in the blackness. 195 more words