Poetic faith

“Weather it be the hand of God, or the trident of Poseidon, The rain of Zeus, or the riches of Buddha, even if it is the evil of Kronos, or the deity we call ourselves, we all stand and praise our faith even in the blinding light that is beyond, we all are at least here to experience it together.” (This poem speaks about how we all handle our lifes and the choices we all make even if they were not the right ones we thought they would be, and ask for help from the ones we all look up to)