A Day In History – Poem

If I could change a day in history, I would change the day the gods died. When crusaders marched across green hills and crosses were erected against the blue of the sky.

I would ask you how the world would look now, if we worshiped in temples made of falling leaves instead of stained glass. If our chapels were citrine instead of Sistine.

I would ask how divinity feels when you stand beside your gods instead of under them. When you walk beside them instead of kneel before them.

If I could change a day in history, I would change the day the gods were abandoned. When their children were burned and their songs were all but forgotten.

I would ask you how the world would look now, if we cared for her creatures instead of cutting them down. If we cleaned our oceans as we do our bodies.

I would ask how our gods would feel if we sang with our souls instead of our fear. If we asked for their help instead of their forgiveness.

If I could change a day in history, I would change the day that love cried. When our families were reduced to two parents of opposite genders.

I would ask you how the world would look now, if love was as abundant as the air. If we cared more about the children without parents than we did about their genders.

I would ask how our ancestors would feel, knowing the hatred that seeps into their holy ground, soiling it with disgrace and pity. How they would cry because we no longer love each other, but ourselves instead.

If I could change a day in history, I would change the day the gods died.

 

-Valfreyja

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