The Creed Called Siblings

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.