This morning there were two extra priests in attendance. One preached, one spoke at the adult forum. All the regular priests were there too...It is an amazing assemblage. You can*t spit without hitting one. Not that I would ever spit. Not me. Even without a collar, I am still a non-spitting Christian, a priest, even.
Where I go to church
You can*t spit without hitting
A priest.
This morning we had two extra
From Africa.
They were on their way
To different places.
The roster is so large
I can hide safely
In the pew
Without a collar.
I can bring up the bread and wine
With my husband.
I can drink coffee
In the parlor
With the other gad-abouts
While my daughter is in church school.
Where I go to church
I wouldn*t dream of spitting
But still
I might trip over a priest
In the narthex.
Where I go I can enter through the side door
At the last service
While everyone sings my favorite hymn
I Sing a Song of the Saints of God.
I can comfortably belt out the line
About meeting them in shops or at tea.
Even though no spitting
Is involved
I could if I wanted
And probably no one
Would notice.
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