"Three Priests" (poem)

Three priests in a Prius
traveling the New England coast
fresh from taking confessions
and sharing the Holy Host

The driver, markedly older
conveyed a certain misery
while listening to his passenger
relay his personal history

The backseat holds the third
snoring in peaceful sleep
he dreams of falling in love
with the calmness of the sea

The road up ahead is long
Exhaling the angel’s song
We welcome in the flood
While breathing the breath of God

The trio follows the path
The road, its twists and turns
The soft sun in a felt-board sky
Lights the dusk as it gently burns

What is the destination?
What end will be revealed?
It matters not, the three agreed
For our souls took flight
in the love that guides our sails

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