Random Sunday Morning
It's hotter than hell; A-C has a glitch.
Rolled up shirt sleeves, jacket left on a pew,
He preached fast; choir robes beginning to smell.
Sweaty congregation leaves; sermon's done.
He couldn't tell, did God show up today?
His shoulders slumped. Returning for his coat
his wife has discovered an envelope.
"...pray this widens your scope," it read unsigned.
It brought hope, hundred-dollar bill inside
but left him stumped, someone's random kindness.
two unrhymed quintets written: January 28, 2017
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017
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