I miss St. Christopher.
He had a clearly defined mission.
His image ( a real genuine Icon)
Stood between me and a head-on collision.
God, as a one-stop shop, reaches too far.
Allow me a god to order the universe,
Another to assure victory in a foot race,
Yet a third to explain the death of a child.
Give me gods of different temperaments;
Some demanding, some kind,
Some vengeful, some indifferent,
And I will explain the world.
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