The God of Storms

You want to have faith
There’s a force out there
That might root for you.
It wants you to go
On. It will help you.

And then there’s the one
In charge of what wants
To spite you and yours.
You want to have faith
In that force as well.

They fight. Gods fight gods,
And it’s all for you—
The god of calm seas
And the god of storms.
You know it’s not true,

Not as you want it.
You’re not that dense, but
You want to have faith.
You try to make up
For your wild self pride

With prayers and odd rites
To show that you know
You’re small. But why ask,
Then, at all? The god
Of storms can’t be called.