.
the verge of something new—
solstice, sunrise, a comet coming through
at times it seems that angels tend,
stars align, low meets high,
even ass and oxen gain a sense
their mutual otherness has been pretense
a tale begins that glorifies the plain,
low things are magnified:
a snowball rolls through time,
gathers rituals, books, saints,
gains velocity, and multitudes believe
God’s entangled now, today
homeless, streetwise, poor,
ordinary humans, one deified, yet
ultimately are turned away
Jim Culleny
12/24/17
Blink 