Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
The Secret Temple
The secret temple stands in the heart of the war zone.
Few people even know that it is there.
Through the chaos, the mayhem, the uncertainty, the liturgies continue.
May the people have life. May the people have food. May the people have beauty.
Twice daily, the priest makes the offering and prays on the people's behalf.
May the people have life. May the people have food. May the people have beauty.
In all times, year in, year out, the liturgies continue.
May the people have life. May the people have food. May the people have beauty.
Now, in time of conflict, to the three traditional prayers, the priest adds a fourth:
May the people have peace. May the people have peace. May the people have peace.
Like the center of a blood rose, the secret temple stands in the heart of the war zone.
Few people even know that it is there.
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