The Idol of You
I made an idol out of you,
A goddess shaped of clay;
I fashioned her a halo,
And she rose, and flew away.
She shone so high above me,
As a cosmic, holy dove;
And offered me salvation,
In exchange for pious love.
I worshipped her, devoutly,
Kneeling nightly, by my bed;
Repeating every stricture,
And commandment, I was read.
She ordered me to wander,
In the desert, forty years;
My depth of faith was measured
In my suffering and tears.
I reached the promised village,
Where her temple stood, to see;
A deity of flesh and blood,
A person just like me.
Posted Aug 17, 2022, 12:16 PM UTC · edited
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