We have never required worship,
no, it is a feckless endeavor,
this continual arrangement of
ceremonies and incense-based
recitals. We have never sought
prayers or incantations, have never
yearned for votive candles or
young maidens sacrificed for
our pleasure. Instead the
only
occupation to which we aspire
is nuance or intuition or radiance
as expressed by a receipt of
forgiveness or the transference
of a poetic thought or two.