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
