The Loss of Faith
Fated priest when he walks in front of a funeral
procession his gait is often wobbly, says it is stiff
joints; smells of aftershave lotion and brandy.
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Excellent poem about the tension of this difficult calling. Notice you use god in the lower case, a clever idea.