The Religion Of Christiano Ronaldo

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In the beginning was a ball—
White round leather—
And the ball was just
Another ball sitting on the greens.
And the ball was always kicked
Into boring motion, Into seasonal
Traces of light and beauty, but nothing more.
Say the ball was cooked meat;
The tongues in our eyes tasted it
As dead salt, as bland white chalk.

And he who made the ball,
He who wears the art of the dribble,
He who is the intelligence of soccer,
Was born, was made flesh, was christened
In Manchester United ;
And we beheld his glory. We beheld his beauty,
Full of grace, full of the truth of football.
He is small and beautiful like a butterfly.
He is a firefly blinking joy when the leather
Sits between his feet.
In his body, god is a football player.
god is the man standing behind a ball,
Bending a free kick into a goal post.
god is ball-bender.

And god is worshipped in his temple - Turin.
And god is Christiano Ronaldo of Juventus.
And god is the god of all the soccer world.
And god is mocked but unmoved.
For god nutmegs his enemy into friendship.
We give our hearts willingly as sacrifice.
In his holy romance with the body of the ball,
He has blessed the world with his lineage of goals.
©kadoshgeneral

This is my poem for the poetry contest @dobartim