Prayer to Cernunnos

He's laughing at me.
No sound escapes from his mouth,
his eyes don't dance,
and his body is still
so still.
But have no doubt —
he is laughing.
I'm sorry I'm not as perfect as you, Cernunnos,
moving without action or changing,
being, in fact, the fate that allows or denies all change.
But I promise I'll sit with you,
until someday we will laugh together.
Although still at me.