I've been in my muse state, today. Lots of reminiscing. Thinking of lost friends, lost hopes, and even lost places. Heck! I'm upset when my favorite restaurant goes out of business! No wonder people protest vehemently when their churches close. Damn. All dreams end, don't they?
Father Spag’s Last Hurrah
Once there was a pensive priest
Looking out a store front window,
Seeing passers-by walk, run,
Stumble,
Search
And sigh.
He opened the door and planted
new flowers in the window box,
and dropped down a welcome mat.
The curious wandered in.
Late train passengers killed time.
Debaters circled the table.
Children watched videos.
Students sat and discussed.
Downtown workers lunched.
Bible study referenced books.
Protestant Ministers shared thoughts.
The occasional drunk dropped by.
Spiritual direction was given;
Pamphlets taken;
Confessions heard;
Absolution affirmed.
God bless them all.
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