MONSTRANCE

A MONSTRANCE IS A THING OF BEAUTY.
OF GILTED, SPARKLING, REFRACTED GLORY.
TRANSFIXING VIEWERS WITH MENTAL IMAGES
OF A CRUCIFIX, BLINDING WITH ITS BRIGHTNESS,
ITS WONDERFUL TRUTH. TRUE BODY AND TRUE BLOOD
IN A WHITE ORB, IN A TINY PERFECT, PLASMA SCREEN.

A MONSTRANCE IS NOT A MENORAH
WITH NINE BURNING TAPERS OF TRIBUTE
TO A CHOSEN TRIBE LED BY THE HAND
WITH PROMISES OF PERMANENT PEACE
BY A DIVINE REMONSTRANT WHO WALKED THE EARTH.
BUT WHO BALKED - REVERENTLY - AT THE CLIFF'S EDGE
OF TRUTH TO REJECT THE LEAP OF FAITH.

MY MINIATURE SPIRES LIKE TONGUES OF HONIED FIRES,
HURT WITH THEIR BEAUTY, HUG ME WITH HOPE.
I'M WITH KEATS, WHOSE "THING OF BEAUTY
IS A JOY FOREVER.." MY JOY FOREVER FIXED IN TRUTH.