Are You Reading Me?
Friday, November 04, 2022
Sermon
A cardinal chirped loquaciously
This morning as I stood
Beneath a barren apple tree
Whose fruit was once so good
With way too many rings amassed
It withers, gnarled and gaunt
Another fruitless season passed
As crimson clergy taunt.
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