Rectory Poems - Poems about Rectory

...This just in from our local news team: A nun was detained by two students after class and forced to drink a dry martini. The students, John Peterson and Shirley Kemper (who wish to......

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...calling all mistreated jugglers and wretches of condemned madhouses bewitched by fingers of freak fame the spindly fingers of trickster twins that open the floodgates to occult caverns unleashin......

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...Some pondered ways to pep-up the pulpit and pew, but disinterest and ennui won the day. The clergy went away to get help and never came back. Eventually, thunder and sleet cracked stone, spir......

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...Some pondered ways to pep-up the pulpit and pew, but disinterest and ennui won the day. The clergy went away to get help and never came back. Eventually, thunder and sleet cracked stone, spir......

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...The Christmas tree is lit in the rectory. There is a glow of Jesus all over the church We are dressed in our Christmas finery. The little kids are up front, out-singing Mrs. McGill. I am one of......

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...Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God. Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed, Like the wind creaking among the faith we o......

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... Crimson robed closed eyes in the Holy See that don’t say Upper chamber veiled deceit — A wizard wand wave in the Sistine Chapel cache cave Young boys’ virgin olive oil innocenc......

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...Alive today, gone tomorrow Tenants of time Rejoicing one moment, recoiling unexpectedly in sorrow When dark times come calling to climb The steep slope Death steers into the trajectory Craft......

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...Fresh from Pentecost, our celebration moved to lunch in the Rectory garden, with views to the coast, for inspiration. Spread on tablecloths we'd hardly begun the quiche, ham, tomatoes, salad, or ......

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...He had no garments old or new that didn’t have a hole burnt through from sparks when he lit up his pipe and nearly set himself alight. Smoke rituals in his old car began when we set off not far......

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... Several years of my childhood I spent with my aunt and uncle who lived in an old rectory in Northern Norway It was a hard time, much work, little food never time for play or entertainment My a......

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...Trans PORT Station a hard look in side at how power is misused no one can glide upon rusty shells they tiptoe on the path well meaning people do wrong to innocents in the name of prevention we nip t......

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...He travelled far and wide, studied Arabic : A famous orientalist : An Oxford scholar and doctor of Divinity. Here was a man, the Rector of Childrey parish, the Reverend Edward Pococke. ......

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...An ailing confrere moans in his bed, helpless and willing to be at peace; ready to go far beyond this world and be with his Maker – all that he needs. He struggles with his failing health, unabl......

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...In a free fall i can feel the sky, Getting thicker as it rushes by, Though its easier to take a breath, I can barely fill the space that's left... It's so turbulent it rushes in, And I heard it as it......

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