Sunday

Talent Sunday

The pious were in church Sunday morning while the rest of Talent slept.  In the Church of God, a cleric gave warning: “Brothers and sisters, our deep suffering would be less and our goodwill more blessed if on the way out you left a ten dollar bill.”  Amen, the righteous rang out and dug deep into their pockets.

The wag Ted, recently trying to dry out, said, “Rex, ya think Tex is out of bed yet?  About God I have my doubt.  A double about now and a few while tithing may improve the faith I am lacking.” Rex, bereft of humor but full of good sense, said, “But how?”  Ah man, the wag sang out distressed, and dug deep into empty pockets.

from Nightscape in Empire and The Talent Poems.


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