The Fourfold

The gods have flown, departed from their dying realm,

left behind the breath of broken wings beating black

against the void. The absence of the gods gives back

the fourfold to our souls, the gifts that overwhelm:

 

earth, sky, mortals, sparse traces of the late divine.

And with these gifts we’ll build our final dwelling-place:

a temple in the clearing; a solemn, sacred space.

There we shall wait, and let the light of Being shine.