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JJ’s Church (Free verse) by Dovina

Soft candles flicker through vodka while quiet voices prepare. Pastor Sheala works the pulpit serving comfort and wine. Church Administrator, Rose looks at books and over shoulders. Ushers prepare the elements for perhaps the last supper. And I, the only parishioner break substitutionary bread sip transubstantiated blood read the word and receive a blessing. Amen

thepinkbunnyofdoom 17-Mar-05/5:24 PM
Heaven help us all...




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