As a younger man he had taken the cloth had sold his humanity to God had blessed babies and crossed the dying had given assurances of eternity and peace to those for trying
He had been a good father a passable husband he had wandered to and from his flock but mostly he had held fast and built his house upon the rock
He sat in a pool of his own **** and was manhandled by ungentle hands forgetting how to pray he cursed those he had led in communion he forgave them as they broke his bones for bread
O father my father your father forgive us what we do and I will pray to unknown gods and beg that they remember you