These Old Gods

A description of a moment of reality in my life

I gaze outside, and in the garden,

Wreathed in leaves, a face of green

Looks in at me, he mouths at me:

A message that I cannot hear.

 

Straggly eyebrows, bushy beard;

Windswept hair -- and yet, no body;

Is this vision the Green Man,

A myth? a god of olden times?

 

Our minds see faces, here and there,

(Survival trait: friend, or foe?)

In the clouds and in the shadows --

These old gods are everywhere.

 

Changes steal in, without notice.

In just one lifetime we forget.

What once was blurred comes into focus;

Mysteries banished beyond ken.

 

With specs on now, I look again

And now there is no man of green.

With perfect vision we see, clearly,

These old gods have never been.

©2007 Pendantry

Reviews

[Caseypowers]

The old gods are still there so to speak as I believe there can be one God yet helper gods...to me the green man is nature and we should always worship nature as that is just a manifestation of one God. I might not make any sense. Anyway I do like the feel of your poem.

[Desert Dreamer]

In your words I see the transition from one set of beliefs to another, who can say which one is true...maybe the old gods are still there waiting for us to remember how to see them once again. An excellent poem.