(for deacon Carm)
Read what you believe! said he
to pews soft, velvety as any stable,
mute clerestory oped an inch
to let in air--
Red's the colour of spirit, ah! and then
they all lay prostrate,
chin to his toe, still--
formation done
Yr no ordinand or theologate or whatnot,
and with a brief look at the wives
who smile & fuss,
put hands on the plough, too
( and why not!),
he ends it there
A Cathedral sermon from May or June 2012,
priestly & wide
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