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Making God

“Where men can’t live gods fare no better.”
-Cormac McCarthy, The Road

We build our gods
brick by brick
from our beauty and our kindness,
fill them with what love
we have to offer,
with what hope we have to spare.

We raise them tall above ourselves,
looking for the light
that can reflect
from the gleam in their eyes,
which we gave them
to see us,
to remind us,
lest we forget
in the day-to-day
fighting of wars,
baking of bread,
and raising of children
whether we ourselves
are made of something good.

October 8, 2009