Agnostic Gods

Words be quick;

Little candlesticks,

That hung head first,

Are duly lit.

And dark no more,

Though dimly bit,

The grainy life,

Does flickering flit.

Playing with void,

And as if it,

Seems no more,

And does exist.

For caught in glare,

It does admit,

That simply dark,

Is always hid;

From patient eyes,

That grope for bits;

Scavenging faith,

And not just sit.

Like agnostic Gods,

Who though had writ,

In smouldering stars,

Of how be lit;

A world fair,

But now just sit,

And eternal gaze,

At what they've quit...

 The Daily Fret; Stanza 4, for 4 Mar 12.