Flowery Verbose Sermons
New reverend espouses ridiculously flowery verbose sermons
Congregation divides several times over the next few months
I stay, imagining they will get better, more down-to-earth, honest.
Pretty soon there are only two of us left.
We give each other shrugs and glances.
He does not ask for help.
So we remain silent.
Contributing to his failure.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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