The Artist Priest
Briefly and
not often we
knew each other.
The temple
handed down from
his father
needed repairs.
In his youth
a happy hippie
art student,
his wife too,
and they still were.
He loved his art,
he loved his family,
he loved his temple.
Money for the temple he loved
came
from the art he loved.
An artist priest
or a priest artist,
I still don't know.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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