Churchy word essay

Churchy word essay

The dew was still on the roses and morning was gilding the skies when I noticed that I suffered the mortal ills of hunger. I was prone to wander and I cared not to tarry in this garden o’er long for the burning sun with golden beam was rising high.  I spied a mighty fortress of an eatery that looked to have been there since ancient of days.  This looked a good shelter from the stormy blast so I girded my loins and drew nearer in fog to see.  My staunch heart was gladsome within my breast as I drew closer and gave ear to the melodious sonnet within, oh how sweet the sound.  I also gave nose to some heav’nly scent. Through many dangers, toils and snares I had already come so I went into the narthex and hailed a waitress.

In the vestibule I looked down at my rumpled pleated skirt, would they serve a wretch like me? So just as I was, without one pleat, I went. Whither she came I knewest not but I could see it was she from whom all breakfast flowed.

“Fear not!” said she, “I am with you, O be not dismayed.”

So I had a little talk with the waitress and I told her all about my troubles then I asked her what the specials were and she did answer by and by.  

She said “Morning by morning new specials I see, some changest not, eggs and bacon fails not, those wert and art and forever wilt be.”

I implored her to impart me with my just desert. She poured out some coffee and I wondered if this was a foretaste of glory divine?  Then I commenced to lean on the everlasting arms of that chair, safe and secure from all alarms.  

Asked she  “And can it be that thou canst pay?”

I gave her blessed assurance that I could pay the ransom for the bill and that when the time came I would surrender all that was due. I was no highborn seraph with vast riches, royal diadems or mansions on the hilltop but alas I had garnered enough trophies to at last lay down for breakfast.  

And lo! soon she laid prostrate before me the fairest of vitals along with coffee pavilioned with splenda. I extolled its virtues with a thousand tongues and if ever I loved her, my waitress, twas now.  The glory of my breakfast shone round about me and I was struck dumb as I to it pursued.  I scarce could take it in. I asked the waitress to assist me to proclaim, to spread through all the earth abroad the honor of the cook’s name. But when I looked at the bill I realized how great a debtor I was constrained to be. I thought why should I be discouraged? Whence I gave my utmost for this highest of breakfasts. Riches I heed not nor man’s empty praise so I extended to her the right hand of fellowship. The bulwark of a lord who was sovereign of the establishment rejected my gesture as worthless rags. He pronounced this unredeemable and anointed my head with gravy. Softly and tenderly it fell afresh on me.