Ana's poem

It is said that Artemis ‘gainst pity lifted her wail,

saying it caused the forests to fail,

slaying her nymphs and sparing all manner

of foul things.

The ancient goddesses and gods were like that,

they were pitiless, they wanted what they wanted

and wanted it now, at any cost.

But they were wrong.

They saw themselves and called it god.

In worshipping, they paid homage to themselves.

But the better part of us is love,

and this is love, that having been loved,

we love, and so love feeds on love.

My love for you, yours for me, are mere echoes

of a greater love which created all.

And what will survive of us is love.