Star of the Holy Show
Great with the youth
And kind to the old
Being all things to all
God carved him
Into the rock
Of this place
And in his ageing now
He has the leathered
Face of a mountain
Bachelor
Ironing his own shirts
Or not
The housekeeper's day
Being over
The crumpled frayed
Edges of him more visible
Irrelevant to the worldly
Wise
But the old love remains
Waiting in the window
Of his eyes
A blessing for the vital
Moments
When all else has failed
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