Father, forgive me my injuries, as I forgive those I have injured !

Not you, Christ,
Do I hate or reject.
In you as in the other,
Older gods I believe.
    But for me you are not more
    Or less than they, just younger.
I do hate and calmly abbor those who 
Want to place you above the other gods,
Your equals.
    I want you where you are, not higher
    Nor lower than they-just yourself.
A sad god, perhaps necessary since there was none
Like you, now yet another in the Pantheon
    And our faith, no higher or purer,
    Since for all things there were gods, except you.
Take care, exclusive idolater of Christ, for life
Is multiple, all days differ from all others,
    And only if we're multiple like them
    Will we be with the truth, and alone.