Just by chance, it’s the holiday
season. Seems the well-heeled
are ignoring the “Tiny Tims” and
“Bob Cratchits” among Downtown’s human
ebb and flow.
A simple thought: Isn’t the hungry
smiling face on the corner equally valuable
alongside the stockbrokers and
hedgefund managers dressed in purple
silks and woven tweeds? We all pull
part of the load. In Heaven there is
no “Black Friday!”
Be mindful of those for whom you pray,
For Ye may enjoin them ‘pon the way.
I celebrate,
but not in a Cyber-ly style.
For me, Black Friday was in 1929, they say.
Now come the execrable displays.
Default balls,
And Baubles. Anon, I heard a forlorn donkey
Bray, for his heart is frayed.
In the town square the Christ Child calls
forth,
“How ‘bout some hay?”
(I would even welcome a Dreydl for my children.)
This season is about humble and genuine
Faith.
No Filthy Lucre here.
No Ocelot Throw Robe or Platinum Encrusted
Sundae.
My friend, this Season is about
a belief that transcends prognostications
Of rivers and lava, hematite and clay,
And a lovely death by the rogue Helios’
Blazing Rays.
Glory be, and adore the one for whom
You meet and for whom ye Pray,
Upon the Sacred Way!!
