The hats I saw today looked more
sanctified than their owners.
Except for the leopard print hat.
It brought the jungle into the Lord's home.
It was the savage that tried to be civilized.
It was rebellious.
The sea foam green was docile.
The baby blue was cooperative.
But the leopard print threatened to raise
the roof. It threatened to jump from
the pew and fall out with a spirit.
Whether it was holy or not, I
didn't care. I just wanted it to shout!
This leopard print hat was neither
satisfied nor was it sanctified.