The pagan under Justinian

It is not you, O Christ, that I rebuff.
In you, no less than in the older Ones,
I will confess belief. You are no more
or less than all the other Cosmic sons

and daughters. What appalls me is the slaves
who foist you to a place above your peers.
For I love you for what you really are,
even in the face of these men's spears:

beware, idolaters of the exclusive.
Each star in heaven is a different sun.
And only when you multiply your love
will you speak any truth worth deeming one.