Wouldn’t it be nice?

Wouldn’t it be nice?

If all our spirits were friends?

If all our gods and goddesses got together every so often for a big banquet where they traded tips and tales, talking about the business of managing existence?

Wouldn’t it be nice if one of us, their godly children, could sneak in that great banquet hall to see an aunt from a faraway land and say:

My friend  really believes in you so if you can make her good dreams come true and her bad dreams go away, so she can come out and play, I’ll pray to you too, and bring you flowers in every hue.

Wouldn’t it be nice?