The gods have taken many guises;
Fathers, mothers, monsters, friends,
Tricksters bent on bold surprises
Schemers bent on selfish ends
That’s how we’ve known ‘em.
We’ve done our best to try to please ,
To understand as best we could;
For eons we had bent our knees;
Then questioned gods, then boldly stood,
And now, outgrown ‘em.
I took this photo at the Temple of Isis at Dion, in the shadow of Mount Olympus. Long-time readers with photographic memories might remember me using it once before. It must have been a beautiful temple; it certainly is a beautiful swamp.