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 Pantheon IIWhen I was a boy it didn ’t take long before I was Eye rolling away from the holy rollers,The stern prophets of the One True GodDabbled uneasily for a while as a nihilist atheistSoftened into a mildly antagonistic agnosticBefore settling into a comfortableMiddle aged disengagement:Let me just live this stupid life, OK?But it never goes awayThose nagging doubtsHow do you ever know for sure?So you hope for detenteA gentleman ' s agreementGive me a little spaceBut don ' t forget me entirelyIt gets all dysfunctionalAs deeply woven relationships tendNo one god could be Everything we needAnd, frankly, none of us haveBeen the best disciplesSo expand your pantheonYou ’ll find it doesn’t dilute holiness, not one bit The bastard little gods are everywhereIf you ’re paying any attentionMy baby girl becoming a lovely young ladyMy boy, like looking into 40 year old mirrorI ’ve found dusty and dulled in an atticThis ache in my handThat no one else can feel or knowI ’d do anything for the godsOf such small and beautiful pleasuresLook, the dutiful daffodils bowing their heads To the god of April showers The god of the early morning  frostCrunching under my boots Pretty soon you realize everywhere you go is sacred landI ’ve become the most religious man on earthIn some quarters I am worshipedAs the god of tragic endings 4/22/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - April 22, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs