A Single Joke

You can build your
Fastidious Edifice
of True Belief,
professional precision
in every measured
right angle and
strident straight line,
rejoicing in your
righteous rigor.

Recruit your
awestruck adherents,
proud to profess
their allegiance to
the Code of Conduct
required of recruits.

But I am in
Wonder of
the Wanderers
who stride to
the microphone and,
with a single
Joke,

tumble the Edifice
to smithereens,
leaving the listeners
in Love with
what remains,

their hallowed
precious Selves,
which always survive
the tumbling.

Perhaps the Truest
High Priests are
The Jesters,
who heal the Hallowed
with Laughs.

(Photo by Nathan Anderson; UnSplash)