The earth is quiet,
gathering life force
under rain sodden ground.
Rainbows of color
form in the dark soil,
ready to emerge
like an innocent babe
in the light of the sun.
I wait too and gather,
poisoning the termites
of resentment with laughter,
making space
in my winter chapel
for the heralds of joy.
We will rise together,
the earth and I,
and you my friend.
Wherever you are
on this silent planet,
may the happiness
of the forgotten gods
find you and release
your inner deity.
Reading of “Happiness of the Forgotten Gods” with music by the Beatles.
You creatively captured the essence of an Irish blessing. I bow a head and raise a glass to the happiness of the forgotten Gods alive in us all.
Yes. It seems to me that the forgotten gods may sometimes seem harsh to us because they don’t put humans above all their many cares, but in reality they are kind, happy, and even gentle as they take care of their priorities. Heaven knows they have been incredibly patient with humans, but it feels to me like that patience is wearing thin. I feel them honoring terrible choices humans have made over a long, long time, before those decisions can compromise the happiness of the forgotten gods.
Here’s to the release!
Don, you truly are a gifted poet. “Termites of resentment”, what a wonderful description of our friend Jay.
What a wonderful blessing this poem is!
Cultivating this possibility every day… .. ..
With a dash of grace and fortuna may it be so
Your poem reminds me that true joy lives in an atmosphere of quiet. I abide with you and many others in the secret place of the forgotten Gods. Thank you.
Timely. Thanks!
in expression there is release; in the slipstream of these words i come forth, and here you are too, with me where i am—such happiness!