Tradition

Bold, defiant
declared as ageless
are the things, solidified by opinion.

Archangel presumptuously summoned by a vote,
asserted as divine vocational legacy of right
through a committee of penguin imitators,
ardently defending faith in spiritual masks.

One enters the archway hesitantly and fearful,
hearing the conformity snickers
of "got you, sucker."

Quietly hushed, by the purest resonance,
from unseen, but felt wings and harps,
vibrating so deeply with their bone marrow assurance,
Heaven is not a myth
after all.