Approaching the stone carved fountain <br />on a flesh-toasting noon in Milan <br />there's allurement for one <br />to turn palms towards the sky, <br />immerse them beneath the fresh, cool ripple <br />of the iridescent umbrella of liquid <br />reflecting its prismesque spout <br />off the blinding eye of Gods sun. <br /> <br />However, at the center of town <br />in the squares where old folks <br />come to sit on stone steps and age, <br />where art is unquestionably sacred - <br />dipping hands in Borghese or Trevi <br />would be likened to the sacrelig <br />of ensconcing ones' callused feet <br />in the Baptismal of Peter's Basilica, <br />though ' sacred' by definition <br />is a clear subjective issue.... <br />with exception of course, to the atheists, <br />agnostics and yes, men of the cloth <br />who were mortally stained <br />by the sins of their own choosing. <br /> <br />Traditionalists tend to scoff at such notion <br />and blink? ... not an odds-makers chance; <br />castes of olde-garde and bare stripped cultures, <br />still embrace the tarnished copper <br />that once shone resplendent <br />as deep yellow gold; <br />rules that withstood <br />maverick efforts of change; <br />the likes of John XXIII and Vatican II <br />which to traditionalists was sheer Papal faux-pas, <br />changes in canon law that must have had Leo <br />and Ignatius rolling in their tombs... <br />for during their time and tenure, <br />all which was consideded sacred <br />was decided by that city within a city <br />and was considered very objective, <br />indelible....'jacta alea est'! <br />And because so... all of this... as well as all of that <br />must be acknowledged and respected all the same... <br />as that... is ' sacred' in itself. <br /> <br /> <br />________________ F j R ________________ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© 2013-All rights reserved <br />Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR<br /><br />Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/s-a-c-r-e-d/
