Jay Chambers
The preacher,
Adorned with a crown
Of hoary hair
Shuffles his way toward
The sacred desk,
A pulpit that could
Swallow him up.
He ascends to his office,
A place that he once
Filled, now it seems
To fill him, with
A life he longs
To have.
He opens his mouth
The mouth that
Filled the air with
Melodious song and passioned
Preaching struggles to
Fill his lungs and
Preach with all
His power.
His word is the old,
Old story, the one he has loved so long. His
Sermon lacks the shine It used to have
When he was young.
As he struggles through
He exhorts the people to
“Heed the voice of the prophet,
Before it is too late”
He speaks
As a man
Who is aware
Of his own
Mortality.