I've heard people say Pelor is here— breathing our air, walking our pews. I’ve spent my life reading His words, preaching His teachings. I’ve never wavered. But, I’ve always wondered why He took my parents away before I ever knew them; why I was chosen for this temple; why, in His wisdom, He chose to take my ability to move my legs.
This poem is part of a collection called Shards of Kardpaz, which are texts I’ve written for the world of the Dungeons & Dragons campaigns I run with students at my school.