they numbered just three like the Holy Trinity lingering at the edge of the light
and they were vey poor
scattered there by the wind the petals of poppies from their homeland at war
a pious assemblage of monks
wove their way through the crowds carrying aloft a giant mediaeval cross
exhorting men to pray for the redemption of their souls afore the Virgin
and from the great Koutoubia mosque the chanting of Muslims at prayer one with God
trailing away at night like ciphers in a mystery of worship
and dervishes whirling
Rabbis taught scripture from an unfurling Torah in the Lazama synagogue their tallits
very beautiful raiments of blue and white swaying and incense rising such as a blessing swirls
tzitzits the globes of wisdom attached for to decorate the mind from the four corners of the earth
and kippah breaking down the blinding light of Revelations
refracted in equal parts wise deeply human and kind
like a trinity
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