Right time

Not those certain spells, 

those little stretches of time,

when the planets, the stars 

and the celestial objects 

are apparently positioned 

in a manner

that has been pronounced

auspicious 

by the keepers of piety. 

No, not those interspersed 

those so-called

opportune, propitious durations. 

But every billionth of a second, 

every twinkling

that the uproarious, roisterous

creed called siblings, 

the brothers and sisters, 

the cousins and kinsfolk 

spend together, 

all such trices, such flashes

becoming sanctified.

The resulting brouhaha

a pious reverential festival

in itself.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha