House of Lief

I am not the god who brought you out of Egypt

This is a comic adaptation of my poem by the same title

Everything I do, I do religiously / Which is to say, doubt is my mother tongue You want to be a priest at my altar / But I am only a poor acolyte / Worshiping the grave of a long dead god Everything I do I do religiously / That is, I confess to an empty sky / In a vision, the river flows above me / And the sunset glows behind it, bright red I treat everything as my religion as my religion / By which I mean, you are not a (my) priest. / You are only a flood in the springtime / Only water over the lush new green.