New Story-like Thing: At the Shrine of the Godless

So, this week’s story isn’t really a story, but hey, I take ‘em how they come. The first few verses literally plonked down in my head as I was driving home yesterday and saw a bunch of gerberas tied to a tree on the side of the road, where presumably someone beloved had died. The sunlight was streaming down through the canopy and happened to hit the flowers precisely, and bang: story-plotty-poemy-thing in my head.

Hurrah!

Deep in the woods
where the light filters down,
and the godless kneel
with t...