Dear Diary,
My last conscious thoughts were of the droning sermon of the new Priest. Although many preferred him to Father Lawrence, his sermons left the parishioners in a hebetudinous state.
Father Lawrence will be missed in the long run, although it will take some time for the masses to realize that.
Father Lawrence could be counted on for a ecumenical array of sermons. I believed that was why he remained so popular the church elders, but he always managed to inculcate the need to pay alms each week, I am afraid the poor will have a sharp decline in their current state of poverty. He was quite convincing with his verisimilitude. He really brought his sermons home to the people. Most gave more than they really should.
The force and conviction of Father Lawrence’s voice during a sermon caused his nares to flare out with his words. This along with his rigid demeanor led you to believe that he was an asperous person, but those who spent with him in confession knew how kind and comforting he could be.
As Father Lawrence would read from the incunabulum he made you feel like such an insignificant part of the larger tale. When he spoke with his larger than life approach and you took into consideration the meaningful and eloquent words that were put together in text so long ago.
Anyway he was just such a dynamic person that I could not believe it when I overheard his confession. Now I only heard a bit of it but what was I supposed to think?
“How could I explain it? My hands were held tightly to her neck, and she was pleading to be let go, they could not see the nearly invisible, but binding fishing string I was trying to release. What an imbroglio.” He said in a hushed tone.
Anyway, back to my dream, it began with the funeral procession through Varrok Square, I just blended in and followed along to the church where the obsequy would be held.
22-Sep-2009 00:49:46
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Leela Feliz