Qualify As Holy [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Holiness was the goal instilled by my tribe - but the
leaders lived the opposite - using this holiness goal
only for control, compelling underlings to submission
and following rules in subservience while exploiting a
majority sentenced to poverty; therefore let's discard

Tribal holiness and find other ideals: Wisdom as the
road to Love and a happy Mind, looking with an eye
without hypocrisy, seeing beauty in everything, when
we know every dark, ugly, chaotic cacophony simply
is an array from which harmony can be created by

A deft hand, a wise ear, a clear eye… not being holy
and having no chance to become such - it is attained
by the dead only - we're free to be boisterous, happy
unholinesses running around shouting or wallowing in
a self-pitiful abyss when cringing with guilt, just living

And feeling, eating and screaming and being; holiness
is irritating and never rings true, only a dead Madonna-
image is holy - LOVE as saving someone from danger
of death or offering smiling joy to everything, untouched
by rules, is a WISDOM and makes us all holy enough

No recompense can be required for Wisdom and Love,
no remuneration expected for uplifting the misery of the
suffering, anyone paid or admired for being holy, loses
the attribute of holiness in the loss of humility; only the
very humble who never chase accolades, who never

Elevate themselves in pride, who receive each day as
an unconditional gift to be spent succouring the needy
at the cost of their own comfort and dignity can qualify
as Holy; - like my father dying with nothing left after he
gave away everything to his beloved Queen of Hearts

And Tom Thumb, his youngest son, a conniving knave,
stealing his father's wealth in revenge for missing the
glory he feels should have be his…