The Deacon

by Holly Woolley

Gently juggling your way

Through choir seats,

Careful not to step

On toes

Or spill the tray,

You tiptoe through

The rows and peek

This way

Through horned-rim glasses,

Crooked tie and

Smile.

You offer me such

Godly goods

And spiritual food

And walk away

Never realizing

What you’ve done for me

This Sabbath day.