The thunder thrower falls into silence, A whiff of purple wind, the sky's fragrance. See Zeus droops into droplets and drenches, Soft layers of water reflecting blue, As our universe sees through eyes, images Of itself eternally boiling through. See our scientists seek the commandments Of our new God. No longer reading scripture To see the future, woven through moments, For all millions of millennia. All the Old God's grow cold in hollow graves. Now I see her. Darkness, careless chaos. She's the shadow of Sheol. All petals' shapes And decay. Endlessly devouring creatress. Yonder Yahweh melts as rain which drenches. All falling down, as heaven collapses.
"2 All share a common destinyβthe righteous and the wicked, the good and the bad, the clean and the unclean, those who offer sacrifices and those who do not. As it is with the good, so with the sinful; as it is with those who take oaths, so with those who are afraid to take them. 3 This is the evil in everything that happens under the sun: The same destiny overtakes all. The hearts of people, moreover, are full of evil and there is madness in their hearts while they live, and afterward they join the dead." -Ecclesiastes 9:2-3
This poem was heavily influenced by a talk by Alan Watts called 'Nature of God'