Poetry: "Mirror Olympus"

Lying in the garden,

Where foliage surrounds,

Bare children

Playing beneath

The apple tree,

Fighting the temptation

While desperate to act

Of their own free

And sinful will,

While striving to reach

That disdained fruit,

Reaching like the tree itself,

Like the vines and flowers,

Tracing a line of action

Small hands and weathered

Branches alike, stretching

Toward the light,

The light of redemption,

Of a god; not mine, not yours,

Belonging to no one, dispossessed.

All powerful,

Yet ruling nothing;

empowered by lesser things,

by creatures sharing of themselves.

The god serves

The beings set below it,

While they empower the god,

Their love and hate alike strengthen,

Lending purpose,

To an aimless deity

Waiting in the mirror glass

For you, a god in your own world.