Ungodly revelations
The Gods who speak to me
Have no names, no stories
No sign of temples.
Do not care anyway
For name, tale or altar
Offer no fame,
No priesthood
No recognition.
Ask for no offerings
But life.
Whisper truths
And untruths,
In fox call and stream flow
And silence
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Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, polyamourous animist, ant-fash, anti-capitalist, bisexual steampunk. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things.
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Druid Life 
June 3rd, 2016 at 1:37 pm
This beautiful. I totally get it as I walk past the rabbit eating underneath the feeder and whisper good morning.
June 3rd, 2016 at 4:28 pm
I do not claim to know anything about the gods I follow. I find it arrogant, and egotistic, to ever think that a human can understand a god, or know more than the god chooses to tell them. Apparently for me to be of service to them, it is not necessary for me to have direct contact with them, or direct knowledge of whom they are. I await when they do have something to tell me, but I leave that decision up to them.
June 6th, 2016 at 7:01 am
that makes a lot of sense to me.
June 3rd, 2016 at 5:36 pm
Nature is all there is, all there needs to be. Lovely poem.
June 4th, 2016 at 2:35 am
I want to say this poem is stunning but that’s not really adequate. It’s really an invocation. Just wonderful.
June 6th, 2016 at 7:00 am
thank you!
June 4th, 2016 at 4:36 pm
As an animist, I know no Gods, but this poem deeply resonates with me. Wow! So elegant. So beautifully written. I would love to hear your voice breathe it and speak it.
June 6th, 2016 at 6:59 am
I’m a maybeist animist (this week), I like the stories around deity, but don’t connect otherwise, and at the same time have a huge attraction to mystery and possibility, and from that, comes things like this.