In immanence, both goddesses and gods do live Within the world – in nature and machines which move; Despite the words of bitter men, they need not prove The ways that their great sanctity to us does give. Inside the trite, polemic universities Exists the rage of Atheists - whose caustic lair Is occupied by Christian, propagandic prayer; We have our faith without their daft perversities. Past boundaries, modernity, and partisans, Are beautified, illustrious divinities Which speak to us in personal affinities - In forms of both the mystics and the artisans. In cycles turn the seasons, like society - Reminding us the world we know is fleeting here. In blessing us, their presence is innately clear; They show us timeless strength and pure variety.