Winter Light Poem by Stan Petrovich
Winter Light
He pastor, in tears,
Had long forsaken his god-
Or had his god forsaken him?
When he preached to an empty church
And tried giving solace,
The parishioner took his own head off
With a rifle by the raging waters' edge;
Then they tarp-entangled his blood body
So that his pregnant wife could not see.
It is the way of the world.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: giving
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