Friday, March 28, 2008

Pew Poetry

Here I sit inside my church, upon a padded pew
Pastor stands up at his perch, a sermon he doth spew
My muscles twitch and my head gives a lurch, will he ever be through?
For the ending my ears ever search, but its like he's started anew
It is not his message that I besmirch, its the lack of point-getting to.




For all my pastors, past, present and future, with all respect, humility, and love. Offered as a reminder that the average attention span of those of us in the pews is only about 6-8 minutes and getting shorter by the year!

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