The Worshiper and Congregation
Poised with authority and practiced in posture;
The priest in rehearsed prayer preached.
Hands clasped in deep thought
The whore was still with bowed head.
The congregation were aware; save one in prayer.
Women glanced at their husbands,
Men folk looked up at cloisters.
And God blessed the peaceful and tranquil.
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