AN INVOCATION OF THE GODS
Where upon Olympus stand the gods who once ruled over Man? Fallen from the Lofty Land to dwell on Earth as mortal men?
Who remembers how to fly as freeborn spirits through the sky? What powers can be exercised while trapped within a mortal guise?
The gods once caused themselves to bring The Breath of Life itself to being. Their very thoughts made every thing: the sea, a sigh, the sky, the spring!
The Gods of Old, like you & me, created everything we see. Have they lost causality? Abandoned their abilities?
Where are the gods of history? What happened to their memory? If we are them and they are we, who will cause our destiny?
Merchant Lords now rule the fold. They want us all to fit their mold: “Be a Man! Do as you’re told! The only god there is, is gold!”
How did we ever sink so low, pretending we don’t really know that we’re the spark that makes life grow, like springtime flowers through the snow?
Infinity is passing by, but time is really just a lie. Are we immortal, you and I? A question states its own reply…
We never really know we’re blind until we search around to find a simple way to leave behind the suffering that is Mankind.
Can godly powers be regained, like oceans fall to Earth as rain? Can we go back from whence we came, to greater heights and bigger games?
Lead us homeward once again, to realms beyond the dreams of men. We’ve gone astray, we’ve lost our ken*. We need your help, Immortal Friends!
*ken = perception; understanding, range of vision, view; sight.
— Lawrence R. Spencer, from the book PAN-GOD OF THE WOODS