I picture it, soft, and I ache

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Pausing, Amun peered past the canvas at Sam. "Well, when you first started copying images, were you perfect? Or did it take practice?" Returning to the artwork, the potter continued tracing thin lines. Stepping back, he glanced over the work, before making a few adjustments.

Chuckling at the bookmaker's question, the advisor shook his head. "Not quite." Setting down the brush and picking up another, he began working on the background of the painting. "Not even a demi-god. But..."

His voice trailed off with a sigh. "In a past life, I was a devoted servant of the god of the moon. As a reward, when I died he placed me in the heavens. But someone or something tore a hole in it and I fell back to earth. So god-touched, I guess you could say." He blinked away a bit of fluid that had gathered in his eyes.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid