Short Congregants Poems
Short Congregants Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Congregants by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Congregants by length and keyword.
Reverend Dr. Kurt E. House
related to his congregants
with just the right touch --
Wishing them good day
~ with "Sanctuary much"
eve’s congregants on high….vesper’s
prayers ascend gloried dreamer’s clouds
eden’s star crowned souls and….saints
gladden angel’s candlelight moonrise songs
There was a commotion in the church pews
Town drunk had opened a bottle of booze
All the congregants stared
The town drunk wasn't scared
Belched and said, "Wait 'till I take off my shoes!"
Synderesis primal,
as reason surrounds
First principles calling,
eternity bound
The well ever deepening,
more buckets to haul
New congregants pledging
—awaiting the call
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Should priests get married
It depends what they do
If they counsel mostly marrieds
then priests should be too
While a church of congregants single
~ Be wary of priests who intermingle
Once there was a parson named Ezra Heap
Whose Sunday sermons were profoundly deep
The louder Ezra implored
The more his congregants snored
He could never arouse them from their sleep
Sentenced to jail for running a multi-million dollar donation fraud
Rabbi Yisroel Goldstein, feigning piety, abused congregants' trust in God
I'll rely on Mark Twain, whose wise words I now choose
As he pithily said, "Never judge Judaism by the Jews."
maniacal madmen
ply their trade
naïve congregants
for years they’ve played
bread crumb tales of purloined verse
of broken hearts, crushed souls
miraculous promises mangled
jilted angels dangled
He preaches with a heavy hand
laid upon the Word of God.
No need to be seated on a throne.
He’s at eye level with his congregants.
if he avoided their gaze, as if
his eyes shielded the sun,
and blathered on, as if nobody cared,
then they could let their eyes roll and yawn.
Firmly, he holds up that Word of old,
for this preacher cares, oh he cares
so deeply for their souls, so deeply
he will divide the wheat from the chaff.
Inspired by a recent poem posted by Sunlite Wanter.Thanx, Deo, SENRYU20180708
dreams drum in living colors --
your heart has God's image, skin:
you speak for disabled, even richly so
(c)Deo; I usually do not have two poems on LORDS DAYS/Sundays. I felt energized after two worship services, and a hospital visit to comfort one of our congregants. Something about Sunlite Wanter's writing is larger than life. PTL