When It Storms, Think of Zeus
How we compare
This story stems from a writing prompt given to our writing group when I was in college.
“Zeus, aged, like the wind in his hair, but strong and virile as a youth, climbs Olympus and opens the mountain’s eye and reaches in to take the light that molds to his hand like it was a part of him. It is the source of his strength, it is eternally his, it is only his.”
Zeus reigned over everyone. He had fifty-four children and twenty-three consorts. A powerful Greek god and a protector of truth for which he doled out justice to those that lied. There is much to like about him and much not to, but he is a god, a lover, and a myth. We can dislike him for swallowing his wife, Metis, to prevent the prophecy of her future son overthrowing him from being fulfilled, but she was already pregnant, so the unborn child was swallowed along with her. This was the end of Metis, but it is said, this act was the beginning of Zeus’ wisdom. Ahhh, he became wise because of a woman, making him impossible to dislike. And so, when I think of Zeus, I don’t only think of him as someone who was feared as a most powerful figure, but as a father of many children that had wisdom and brought justice. And as a father, you might imagine him this way also as I’ve written:
