Move over Baroque, once bastion of the ancient
world, evolved from the underground and grassy hut,
into mighty fort for war and worship - a kingdom,
until Gothic took its place - ah, freedom!
Soaring into Heaven, scaled not by walls or stairs
but by spire rising like sword piercing the blue sky -until smog hid its view, and took away its purity,
no longer a rod to fear, no longer pointing at eternity.
High rise buried Baroque and Gothic, with billboards
all around; Gregorian chant sang in rock and pop,
in time passing, not by the clock but by flashy car,
and space a catacomb of concrete and steel bar.
Make way for the Messiah, make haste, we are told;
but who would he or she be? Of what race and tongue?
manger and star we no longer find even by Google chart;
does faith make any difference through in science and art?
The world did not really change, but we - we did.
Creation, we're but a part - never the Creator, forbid. ~ ~
Living with Nature, Volume 3. All Rights Reserved.
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