The old gods and their slaves I’ve deserted;
The new gods I’ve shunned at first sight;
And my god is the god of the goddess
That presides at my feast of delight.
But once, when the dark moment lingered,
I questioned the god she adores;
To his throne I implored her to lead me,
And, behold! I’m the god she implores.
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The God of My Goddess
by Ameen Rihani
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