Early Christians torched lambs as a sign of respect.
None was meant for the lamb, though. It was God’s alone.
We’ve since ceased burning creatures we’ve butchered at stake.
We have stopped killing witches because of that snake.
There are numerous habits that we have outgrown.
It makes sense that we’ve done so. Our path is correct.
We are creatures of customs and quaint ritual.
I remember the frankincense when I was young.
And the Mass sung in Latin was such an affair.
It was all very mystical. None can compare
To a High Mass where congregants feel they’re among
Heaven’s angels and all known as spiritual.
Earth is Spirit As Well as the angels who dwell
In that other world where we’ll return to someday.
All things are of spirit. There’s nothing that’s not.
There’s no call for my feeling that I don’t have squat.
I have spirit to play with and put on display.
I take notice that I’m a well-fed infidel.