In latitudes freezing and burning
The Holy One and His Army look in on two stages
Upon which are acted dramas divorced from the Mystery
of the Holy Birth.
In frenzied moods the crowds shiver
In anticipation of the meat and wine orgies
Gourging out the seed of peace
From the heart of December
In the heat of brewing passions screaming to a keening crescendo.
The whole earth shimmers under the electric haze
Actors and actresses dazed in the cocoon of technology
Veiling the Glory of the Father
Now turned myth fit only for innocent children.
Thoughts and feelings race on divorce steeds
Pregnant with complexes of intolerance and violence
Scourging the earth with wars brutal and inhuman
Weird face of the devil
That prevents man from living
In the invisible glow of the Invincible One
Watching the un-foldment of comedies tragic.
Soon He opens His lips
And the invisible throng of lightning clad ones
Bow in awe as they hear the following words:
"When will they let Me in
So that they can feast on My Body of compassionate power
And drink of My Blood of Invincible Light?"
In horrid response a near-by window is flung open
And a red faced disciple of Bacchus
Throws out a stream of disgusting vomit
At unseen Feet Pure
Followed by obscene language sacrilegious.
In unheard answer The Holy One looks up:
"Father forgive them once more,
For they know not what they are doing."
As the Holy crowd carries away its spiritual blessings
Mother earth quakes in sorrow
At the loss of one more opportunity
For the liberation of her still wayward children.
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