they have the burden,
or is it the privilege,
of seeing it all,
all the utter humanness
of the preacher, the bad
moods and then the
saccharin sweet smile
for the parishioner, the
shouts in the evening
and then the prayers
at breakfast, the sweaty
smells from jogging and
then the Old Spice
floating out from under
the robe and collar.
yes, they have the burden,
or is it a privilege to
see it all, all the utter
humanness of the preacher.