The heart is the substance.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Very awesome poem

Priest's Song

When I have no title I make
one up- irreverend.

When I have no collar I roll
my neck round.

When I have no church I steeple
my fingers.

When I have no pupit I rpeach
running.

When I have no altar I celebrate
my backyard.

When I have no wine I weep
blood tears.

When I have no bread I am
a sacrament.

When I have no God I pray
anyway.

-Rev. Lyn G. Brakeman

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