Friday, August 10, 2007

Higher Thoughts

Our bishop died the other day,
A sad event, I’m bound to say.
But what was strange was that His Grace
Had marked his final resting-place,
Not among the common people,
But on a ledge within the steeple,
High above the congregation
Beside the bells’ tintabulation.
I’d not be up for that myself,
Perched up on that lofty shelf.
I wouldn’t find the bells appealing,
That close to the steeple’s ceiling.

But once his coffin had been highered,
Many said he’d been inspired.

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