Today, I saw on t.v. a camel tricked out in gold entertain a crowd of dark-eyed men. The animal danced and pranced and nodded to the music of his master. Turbaned watchers, stooping in the dust, shook their heads, amazed. I could't help but think, this day, of other beasts, footsore and worn, nodding to the sound of other choirs, and of those other watchers, kneeling in the dust, bowing their heads, amazed.