Priestly Love

The priest loved his flock in Sicily ... Easter and the Mass were fast approaching. The church was decorated prettily. On it, and his flock, priest was doting. He made sure he knew people by name ... Some he had known for years. His favourite was one who was lame - So sad ... the priest was often in tears. Now, this lame man had a fit in the church In the middle of Easter Mass. The timing could not have been worse, And the rest of the Mass was dashed. To the man, the priest kindly offered his house. The man came quietly, like a church mouse. ----------------------------------------------------- A Modern Sonnet 10/23/2015 Contest - In the name of love Sponsor - Shadow Hamilton A win