She turns me on, the beautiful pastor
She makes wish it becomes Sunday everyday
How she tiptoes with her stilletos through the pulpit
I wish to sneak into the vestry and see her dress up.
I bet you have met not such an enticing holy at church.
When she opened a verse that day,
A verse that left me dazed and bemused
Her utterness said “Songs of Solomom 3 vs 4”
I had no bible but googled it out to see
It left me a smile and mouth agape.
She always preached love, love for Christ,
But I took it all literal and said, love for a pastor.
I looked forward for a time when we shake hands after,
Then I be the last one of the church;
Shake her hand, holding her palm to palm then smile at her
Then I would stumble before her
So she helps me up, saying countless ‘sorry’s’
And patting my cheeks, my blood blended.
Oh,such a beautiful lady pastor,
Who would dare put on her grey mini-
And wear lipsticks, shiny pink lipstick,
Beauteous queen, if she goes to heaven,
Then I won’t go to hell either.
Now I know the reason,
The reason no man misses church
Even Non-Anglican are Anglicans.
Duncan Kiplimo
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