Reflection Of A Marauding Priest Without Faculties Poem by Bill Grace

Reflection Of A Marauding Priest Without Faculties



The friend who spoke of mission
Was not the one who placed the candles
At the foot of the cross where the work was done
But it was others less priviledged or less fortunate
who did the real work
Lacking both the vocabulary and circumstances of escape.

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