Sermon delivered on Passion Sunday 2009.
With your buckled boots shined so nice.
Sometimes, it is just plain wrong to double space between lines.
Alone in her soft red dress.
The fire burns long and hard.
My soul witch on display.
She knows me from her Facebook screen.
Beware the tall man hobbling on one shoe into the night.
Happy Halloween, so says the Gnome.
Be sure to leave your skin behind.