Reason A. Poteet Poet Verse

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

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Suzanne Delaney February 10, 2017 at 2:20 PM Wonderful story. Spreading joy is a beautiful thing. Hugs, SuZ

Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2017 at 7:47 PM hey, that was sure a nice surprise!! So you are a preacher? I enjoyed finding that out! Reason A. Poteet January 29, 2017 at 9:02 PM We poets are all preachers of a sort, aren't we? It is based on a true story with a great deal of hyperbole. I put the envelope in the preacher's pocket, and watched in the background as he joyfully discovered it. You want some joy, be a blessing unawares. Thanks, Andrea, for the comment.