Gods, We are,
unaware of Our powers.
The ground sighs and shakes beneath Our feet,
the sky stirs around Our heads,
the ocean cries in Our presence.

Sun is in Each of Us,
We are Light.
Moon haunts Each of Us,
We are Darkness.
The stars are Our guides,
they serve no other purpose.
The flowers are Our beauty,
they sway in the wind We blow.

Yes, there are conflicts,
the World is in chaos,
worry, fear, regret,
darkness, and death are Our own.

But, Dear, the World was made for You,
the air is Your blanket, the stars are Your night light when unwelcomed visitors sweep in Your dreams, the mountains are Your strength when You are weak, the World is Yours.
The World is not in possession,
You cannot disappoint it.

Gods, We are,
only victims to Our own hesitations.