A Holy Thursday Poem by RIC BASTASA

tradition finally diminishes
its stature
slowly its promise for fasting
and self-restraint
has become another
non-fulfillment

someone is crucified
for tourism purposes

there are those who roam
not for the quest of God
but for sight-seeing

this is another form of global change
people do not believe easily anymore
each stone is upturned
with another kind of question

the consciousness is higher now
as faith sits behind the scenes