Originally Posted by
ChrisGeorge
The Pastor Letting Go
After a lifetime on the move,
you've found your final sinecure,
comfortable with your flock.
I discover you, old friend,
among your leatherbound books.
You delight to sniff their musk.
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You sit with your steaming cocoa
warm in your plum carpet slippers
as we converse by the log fire.
We avoid the sarin of politics.
Still, our old aggravations linger,
like a grain of sand in an oyster.
Christopher T. George
An excellent piece Chris. I can almost smell those musky old books as you describe so vividly the scene with your good friend. He sounds like a man well worth being with for an hour or three.
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