My Gods

The Gods I face are mine alone;

it’s from my acts that they have grown.

I stand before them morn and night

for Judgement in their precious sight.

But though they may be Gods so real

‘tis with my own wrath I must deal.

For though my Gods might point The Way

it’s all my choice at end of day.

On no other can blame be cast

for wrongs of future, wrongs of past.

My foot alone goes where I tread;

the choice is mine for joy or dread.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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