Pagan Spring
My friend and I are celebrating the break in the winter weather with a walk together.
The sidewalks, icy no longer, are wet with snowmelt. Talking about religious imperialism and imperialist religion, we pass first a church, then a mosque.
Straight-faced, he begins to chant.
One god to rule them all, one god to find them;
one god to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them:
in the land of Israel, where the shadows lie.