Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
A Homily Idling in Neutral Just off the Four-Lane to
Emmaus
This is
a warm Sunday in November
But we
still watch for I.C.E. in the parking lot
And for
a cold front promised but not delivered
Through
the almanacs and weather distorts
Just now
the celebrant, too, seems to be stalled
Chocked
up at Luke 18 with his mutter running
The same
illustrations repeated over and over
Like
that same old cactus in a Road Runner short
Dear
Lord
I pray
for your priest while he is rebuking sin -
Please
help him bring his homily to an end!
