That’s the considerable point
Though something passes between them
If we returned to the Middle Ages
We would hardly be able to endure
A conversation with our local parents
About our different costumes
That so aesthetically
Mirror the soul’s
Continuing need for affection
And yet they were consumed
With thoughts about the Holy Trinity
Their high drama built up
Solidly around a spiritual world
We can only envy and deride
Which goes before us like a father
Who has lost his only son
Living somewhere in this world
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