any spectacle
worth honoring...
not the tacky red gaud
of TV reality
not your derisive laughter
nor your feeling superior
in how you live --
punching into the world,
knifing the air in front of you
with a clean nose
...but a window
onto a slice of life
so sweet and charming
so full of baby's s laughter
and old man's wispy beard
the hand that rocks the soul
has held the infant Jesus
while Mary relieved herself
in the brambles
that hand reached in
and pulled twenty men
out of a collapsing coal mine
everyone deserves transformation
but not all should be inducted
in your heart, holy of holies
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