render up your reading time. Render, too, your reverie

Give to Caesar what is his, 

namely, everything there is. 

I see a lot of eyebrows raised. 

Let’s check the books. You’ll be amazed. 

 

An x. An o. A hug and kiss. 

Render unto Caesar this. 

 

Render unto Caesar that. 

His the dog, his the cat. 

 

Render up your reading time. 

Render, too, your reverie. 

 

Render up the uphill climb, 

render what you hope to be. 

 

If God is dead, does Caesar get 

the flip side of the coin? You bet! 

 

Render up. You’ll never win. 

The croupier will rake it in. 

 

Caesar’s arms are open wide; 

your whole estate will fit inside. 

 

[Alfred Nicol, 'Addendum', from First Things]