Goddess…
Trembling Goddess who stood before the masses to declare Herself as such. She stumbled, missed a line. Could not hold the gaze of all. Insecure in Her insecurity. Sweet music issues from Her lips like the low vibrations of a French horn, as She proclaims, "I am Goddess!"
A polytheist forsaken by one Goddess may find another, but still, the devotee wonders why she could not earn Her favor. Wonders why her prayers go unanswered. Bitterly, she denounces her belief, and the Goddess as false.
But belief is not changed by will alone.
She goes into the world, but a reminder of her Goddess will always trail at her heels – scripture, a long, windy sigh, a proclamation she was not meant to hear.
Will I, she asks the empty idols of her solitary worship, ever earn Her trust again? How can I, when I hardly know how I lost it? When I hardly know why I am forsaken.
She waits in the temple, like a lost child who patiently ticks off the hours, sadly whispering half-forgotten prayers.
And may wait forever.