The Naked Priest

She pulled on her robes
The clothes of her trade
Donned all the colors
Religion had made

Sure of her craft
Strong in her voice
She carried the gospel
That was her choice

Then late at night
Naked in bed
She dreamt of her Saviour
Saw Him as dead

That was ok
If she didn’t believe
The Church didn’t mind
She still kept the creed

The years went by
Then decades, some more
Her church grew its programs
Attendance galore

The priest remained naked
Under her robes
Empty insides
Ugly abodes

At last her time came
In hospital clothes
There she lay dying
Remembering Church shows

That’s when she knew
He was her gear
Robes, bells and chalice
All through the years.

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