Passionata

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In hordes they teem this eager flock,

to bring libations un-thought all,

some adorned in hard won wealth,

others come in cheaper cloth

to hear sweet music, retailed hymns,

the bright lit windows hypnotized,

they break warm bread that’s offered there

and drip their faith in litter bins 

Elsewhere some cathedrals lie bereft

cold stone ancient edifices,

warmed by witless grey broken men,

garbed heavily in rich uniform,

to dole out gifts of hot cross buns,

beseeching all to take their path,

believing corrupted fallen myths.

One Messiah is early risen

on this commercial Calvary,

his true disciples tend us well,

offering the meat we seek, so come 

to worship, come to spend,

celebrate your god lives on, 

celebrate the long weekend.

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© Graham Sherwood 04/2019