Light breaks through ashen gray clouds
on sunday morning.
People have been awake for hours,
dressing instinctively at the sound
of the pealing bells.
Standing in front of the gathered
congregation he delivers
his sermons. Gone are the tones
of damnation, rather, the promise
of eternal life. There is a boy
sitting and fidgeting in a pew,
wondering if eternal life
really exists.
He quickly forgets
and thinks to himself
"I can't wait til we get some waffles
after church."
Sunday, October 16, 2011
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