Could we be so shallow;
Our Lord appearing,
Holy Bread singing,
To the tune of a little show;
Maybe dancing, a miniature
Man, enveloped
And quaintly clothed
In a gaseous, super-
Terrestrial space fog;
Might we still insist,
The sameness of the routine, desist,
Change; a new prologue,
Written and directed,
Contemporaneous
With what most pleases us;
Our boredom liberated?
Gary Edward Geraci
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Comments1
Your terrestrial space fog reminds some of some churches maybe. We might want to say, rather loudly, 'Cooeee, anyone awake in here?' or even 'Anyone alive in here?' lol.
But not ALL places. Phew!
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