the hand not in his was shaking
with rage or sorrow,
I no longer knew which one.
‘What would you tell a Godling
that has never had
a purpose? What if she is the God
of nothing? Would she matter at all?’
A Lesson
Charon let go of my hand
and I let it fall to my side,
refusing to break his gaze.
Close now, I saw that he
was not as old as I thought.
But then Gods do not age like mortals.
He could have been twenty,
or centuries old, and I would be
none the wiser. He said gently,
‘You must see this differently, child.
For you are one of the fortunate ones.
I know it is unusual to be without purpose.
But clearly Chaos,
mother to all us divine beings,
trusts you so well that you
are destined to build your own
path in this realm and the next.
You will learn who you are.
Rely on no parent or God-King
for your eternal gifts.
This is a blessing too, if you see it.’
‘How Do You Build Your Own Path?’