the day a god was reborn

Here is our little altar of worship,
Where the Gods reside
When they feel the need to step out from our hearts
And wander about a bit.

Finding their way in the dark
By the light of a flickering lamp,

And their journey is made a little brighter
By these happy, yellow flowers strewn all over their path,

And in the soft glow of fire and light
They make mischief with the shadows and the night.