Priests

(From “Songs for the New Age”)

By James Oppenheim

(See pages [45], [129], [147])

Priests are in bad odor,

And yet there shall be no lack of them.

The skies shall not lack a spokesman,

Nor the spirit of man a voice and a gesture.

Not garbed nor churched,

Yet, as of old, in loneliness and anguish,

They shall come eating and drinking among us,

With scourge, pity, and prayer.