Mind of the Church

All alone as the wild sun sets my victuals seemed to disappear as my valet brought it hither. I threw my sermon into the flames where they withered. (More opinions subversive choices, Four eyes to see Four ears to hear.) A new piece of parchment, being filled (but one Voice positive and two voices negative) with words as rapidly as the conflagration destroys the old. Such Inspiration, Thought, Emotion of which I myself have told. (Two steps backward on two feet) The Mysterious ways of Heaven I shall never know, why this (One step forward on four feet) Majestic music maneuvers mundane morals of my mortal mind. Midnight crawls forward, and then it passes . . . . . Two o'clock, three o'clock, four 'til pink sunlight peeks through and I move toward the end. (Prices paid bitter strong Prizes won fiery sweet, icy lasting, world changing one million extra voices) Alas, with bewildered eyes, painful fingers, and infinite words to send. (One person at the helm.)