This poem was created by using all the words on the church flyer by re-arranging them.

Abstract from the church flyer.

We feel weak. The ship lurches. We will come, work ship, and serve ale with ice. We have more than nine to visit or ease your mind. You can reach for Eve for a speck of ale and a jar of honey. Remember, she sings. I guess I’m broke. We’re loud but good, all night. Andy won a night. Was he loud? Sam is 89. He’s a chum. One day he lent Patrick some. Come pay raise he reached out with thanks. Pat gives a loud kids cry. An ounce meant three to be paid back. Work ship. Play music. The Kid is at lunch. He missed his time. Congressman Greg saw a spray on the reef. Election time read 624, they assured him 625 for his friend. The compass turned. He ate in minutes. He grew tired of gritting his teeth so he rung his neck. It’s a mess. Aged Sam must be put on ice. It was June of the year. Checks are missed this time. Sir Mon Lord is best kept on till the women gain weight. The election closed at 615 by a nose. The present is tense. Tom might bet 6 pompoms on the babbling student in the winter port shop. Pat vanished on the house. Justice was in the aft. Tears, infidelity ends. Joy stayed with the fellows on ship for two days. 6 pompoms lost. Some say cool. Meet the fellows on ship. In the fall there will be a Wedding day. 5 pompoms bet on the choir. Practically 6 pompoms were bet by the dribbling students. Fry daddy at 3:30. Pam did cry at the game, sat under daddy, Tammy, and Alice. The ship lurches. May I have a word with you in the morn? Nine wrenched toes lunge at nine dirty boys. The rhyming tarts were blinking about some thing in damp hiding. Do make a wreck of Eve this hour, arched and on a date. When donuts slant your mission other than a king for a mate, a lion to become a king, Remember to charge. Bored? Remember. We have chores to do, men to bury, women for sex. The fellows on ship dine her, win, sin, pay, drool, and teach her. Meet the king. Wednesday is fair. Serve ale with ice. William is beat. Hello, it’s worth it with the mess, timid, funny, an evening of kidding. He’s took, spellbound by a ring. Come king let us be together. It has been a busy week. Gladiators, you’ve chosen, compete. Hello chum, growl. Would you Yodel? Feeling guilty? Good, truth is less. That youth of heart, Todd, says Hank is a comedy, sings. Ray wrecks the guests, raises a man. Ongoing and the king, heaves all at the ledges. Supper is at the port, peaches and players. Laurie worries, counts the raisins and tea. Loud, Tin Bear Andy, raises, reaches for Hank who gives up.

In Rhyme form

The words are tangled, the thoughts unclear,

A jumble of phrases that we cannot adhere,

A ship lurches, weak we feel,

As we work and serve, the ale with ice we deal.

The ship heaves, we feel weak,

But we’ll come, work ship, and serve ale with ice,

Nine to visit, more than we seek,

Ease your mind, reach for Eve, she sings so nice.

Nine to visit, more to ease the mind,

Eve with ale and honey, a song to find,

Andy won a night, was he loud?

Sam is 89, a chum, strong and proud.

Andy won a night, was he loud?

Sam’s a chum, lent Patrick some,

Pay raise reached out, thanks endowed,

Loud kids cry, an ounce meant three to come.

Congressman Greg saw a spray on the reef,

Election time read 624, a promise to keep,

The compass turned, and he ate in minutes,

Gritting his teeth, his neck rung in limits.

Work the ship, play music, the Kid missed his time,

Congressman Greg saw a spray on the reef,

Election time read 624, assured 625 for his friend, so fine,

Compass turned, and he ate in minutes, gritted teeth.

Aged Sam must be put on ice,

Checks missed this time, a sacrifice,

The present is tense, a wedding in the fall,

Pompoms bet on the choir, a dribbling call.

Aged Sam must be put on ice,

The election closed at 615 by a nose, the present is tense, a sacrifice,

Checks missed this time, Sir Mon Lord kept till women gain weight,

Tom might bet 6 pompoms on the babbling student, tempting fate.

Fry daddy at 3:30, Pam did cry,

The ship lurches, may we have a word in the morn by and by,

Rhyming tarts blinking in damp hiding,

Eve to wreck, arched, and on a date biding.

Justice in the aft, tears, infidelity ends,

Joy with fellows on the ship for two days,

Cool or not, meet the crew, make new friends,

In the fall, Wedding day, 5 pompoms bet on the choir, in many ways.

Fry daddy at 3:30, Pam did cry at the game,

Ship lurches, word to have in the morn,

Rhyming tarts blink, hiding damp shame,

Wreck of Eve this hour, arched and on a date, new dawn.

Remember to charge, other than a king for a mate,

A lion to become a king, don’t be late,

We have chores to do, men to bury, women for sex,

Fellows on the ship, dine, win, sin, pay, and teach, no vex.

When donuts slant mission, remember the king,

Lion to become king, charge and stay alert,

Chores to do, men to bury, women for sex, everything,

Fellows on ship dine, win, sin, pay, drool, teach, and flirt.

Gladiators compete, the king heaves at the ledges,

Supper at the port, peaches and players with edges,

Laurie worries, counts the raisins and tea,

Tin Bear Andy raises, Hank gives up, no plea.

Wednesday fair, William beat,

Hello, worth it with the mess, an evening of kidding,

Took and spellbound by a ring, life’s heat,

Come king, let us be together, no kidding.

Supper at the port, peaches, and players,

Laurie worries, counts the raisins and tea,

Loud Tin Bear Andy, reaches for Hank, who gives up, in layers,

The ship lurches, but we’ll serve ale with ice, happily.

Busy week, gladiators compete,

Chum growls, Yodels, truth is less,

Youth in heart, sings, Hank’s comedy is sweet,

Ray raises a man, ongoing, and the king, heaves, and stresses.

The words are tangled, the thoughts unclear,

A jumble of phrases that we cannot adhere,

But amidst the chaos, lies a high price for fun,

A Hell of an adventure, to Hell when life’s done.

SECOND ABSTRACT:

This week at your church, welcome to worship service this morning, if you are a visitor please receive a special jar of honey and remember to sign our guest book… Head starts hurting and logic will not say why… O Lord God Almighty… Time moves slowly, Once I enjoyed the music and singing, but my eyes are dark today, …Where is there any one as mighty as you Lord? Psalm 89:9.,… and my ears to thick to hear. Distraught, face contorted, throat tight, chest tight, ears hot, empty of prayers, Everyone is praising, singing, hoping, asking for more, knowing I have more to give, but not today, a dark cloud settles and will not clear… Church on the third Sunday of Lent, St. Patricks day Sunday… Tired frustration. Cold now, a chill takes over, cold wind that blows while my teeth are clenched and jaw set… “In Prayer and praise, reaching out with thanksgiving.”… Cold and shivering, still alone in my thoughts, to unclean to be shared. My head is hurting like an ice cap. To wrap myself in warmth and sleep is a dream that is a day away… Prelude. Kids Kwyer. An announcement or three. Worship music. Kinder church is dismissed at this time… Tired, tired frustration. Here I am but I’m not here today. My minds gone away, away, away… Congregational prayer and reflection time… Simplicity is absent. Movement becomes anxiety and my back aches, burns, and my head is on fire… Reading # 624 “assurance”. Hymn # 625 “ what a friend”. Compassionate ministries… In church on Sunday but unable to be here… Giving of his tithes and our offerings… Clouded mind makes focus weak and my mouth is dry… Special message. Special music. Junior church is dismissed at this time. Sermon… Make straight crooked paths and put out the fire that burns to distraction. The chill, warm to bring life to a frozen hand… The Lord bless you and keep you until we meet again… Heavy burdens, lay them down, dry mouth and all. Joy, joy, joy, joy, absent today… Closing hymn, # 615 “ O though in whose presence”… let the heart beat stronger and the mind be clear… Tonight, 6pm bible study in Winterport. Hop in the van with us just after five and enjoy the fellowship…. To love beyond anger, tired frustration. To rest in the Lord but not sleep idle… Tuesday, 6pm Sunday school meeting in the fellowship hall… Not to judge or be judged but to be loved and to love… Wednesday, 5pm, choir practice 6pm, bible studies. Friday 3:30 pm Kids Kwyer and games… Subjectivity is blind, Objectivity is blunt, a blunt object struck at ones head, the subject to blind to duck… Saturday, 10am, all church work morning, a French toast lunch, noon thirty hike. It’s time to start thinking about summer camp… Casting care, peace and joy… Did you receive your March update? We don’t want you to miss out on anything… Anger, tired frustration… Information on becoming a church member, board member, a choir member, when the next fellowship dinner is, when Sunday school teachers meeting is, when and where the Eculent services will be held, work and witness times, and fun events for kids too. Spring is coming-lets get busy… Open wings like a bird. Wings about the little ones. Fire. Singe feathers. Burn. Love burns stronger than anger, tired frustration… We are so glad that you chose to come… Keep all, mother, daughter, father, son, under your wings… Help our church grow. You are a gift from God, and we are truly blessed to have you here today. Thank you for coming… I imagine the bird, bright white and clean, come to rescue me, burned by fire… Prayer requests and praises… blackened by soot and bloody, yet, still it comes to comfort me, made clean. The bird is white… Many of us have ongoing health challenges. Support each other in prayer, that the Lords work may continue… Knowing this, even knowing this, I am tired still… Praise the Lord. “In prayer and praise reaching out with thanksgiving.”

Poem Form

Welcome to worship this morning,
At your church, come and join in,
Receive a special jar of honey,
Sign our guest book as a new beginning.

But my head starts hurting,
Logic fails to explain why,
O Lord God Almighty,
Time moves slowly, as I try.

I used to enjoy the music,
The singing and the sound,
But my eyes are dark today,
My ears are too thick to hear the surround.

Distraught, my face contorts,
Throat and chest tight, ears hot,
Empty of prayers, alone in thoughts,
While others sing and give thanks a lot.

Church on the third Sunday of Lent,
St. Patrick’s Day, the congregation sings,
But I’m tired and frustrated,
A dark cloud settles, and my mind takes wings.

Prelude, announcements, worship music,
Kinder church dismissed, but I’m not here today,
Congregational prayer, but simplicity is absent,
Movement causes anxiety, my back aches, and I sway.

Reading and hymn, followed by ministries,
But I’m unable to focus, my mind cloudy,
Special message and music, junior church dismissed,
Sermon on making straight paths, mind clear but body shoddy.

The Lord blesses and keeps us until we meet again,
Heavy burdens laid down, dry mouth and all,
Closing hymn as the heart beats stronger,
Mind clear, it’s time to answer the call.

Bible study, Sunday school meetings,
Choir practice, and Kids Kwyer on Friday,
Church work morning on Saturday,
Spring is coming, let’s get busy without delay.

Castaway anger and tired frustration,
Let love burn stronger than any flame,
Support each other in prayer,
And help our church grow, for it’s not a game.

We’re glad you chose to come,
And be a part of our community,
May the Lord keep you under His wings,
And support each other in love and unity.

As I imagine a bird, bright and clean,
Rescuing me from the fire’s burn,
I pray for ongoing health challenges,
So the Lord’s work may continue to turn.

Let’s reach out with thanksgiving,
In prayer and praise, beyond subjectivity,
Love and compassion are what we need,
To grow stronger in our spirituality.