Summer is over. The autumn rains Have descended like tears from an invisible god. I lie on this rock, the ringing of the isle’s name drips off my ear along with the stampede of water rushing rushing through the silence Clothed with beauty, I began to understand, The source of Jupiter-Zeus And begin to form my own mythology Within the realm of reality I see the personality of the wind The fright of the trees the whispers of the water The art of the sky the song of nature My altar erected I now understand The quiver of twigs the movement of fingers through the hair of some autumn goddess Golden; beloved and adored above all the others. Birds in silent homage, while sabbatical flowers fall. I smell the smell of my sacrifice burning at the altar of my gods and goddesses as I long to merge. Be made a tree, the breeze the ground. To know and experience all that I love As lovers in one embrace One flesh of flesh Dust of dust. My heart in one accord, in that which I was made for Worship of somethings someone anything never nothing In hopes of finding joy. But, As I lie in the midst of beauty’s nature’s beauty I grow sad because: For although they knew him, they did not honor him as such or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Claiming to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the immortal for images resembling mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles. Because they exchanged the truth about him for a lie and worshiped and served the creation rather than the Creator. And I am no different.