How simple, how quaint
were they in olden times: pagans praying in primitive ghettos to wind and sea and fire, calling from candleside beds to angry gods for good crops and rain to fall on their flat e a r t h How sophisticated are we with Hubble-focused-faith peering not into the limitless space and perplexity of godhood but at the terra firma of zucchettos, eyes telescoped towards mitered-heads reassuring us all is well in our round h l e l l l l l l |