Carnival Anointing Poem by Charles Karia

Very thin is the line separating the merry,
You see between dances earthly or holy,
For saints have become welcoming and lithe,
Mixing things profane and holy things of faith,

The worshippers know those moves so quick,
The wriggling dance that make the waist sick,
The oohs, squeals and the shrieks are same,
With those dancing under strange influence.

This we have to agree of both dances;
We have not the means like thermometers,
To evaluate those styles sacred and profane,
When in church the carnival anointing hits.

It's not fit to judge; but those blown kisses!
And games at the altar, are a harbinger of risks.
For lighting strange fires, in those places holy;
Here angels trend in awe: altars of the almighty.