In the long line of Anglican priest-poets, one finds John Donne, George Herbert, John Keble, and … this distaff clerical versifier, who, instead of putting on her big girl panties after the recent setback in the Synod, took pen in hand to express her grief. This steaming pot of sentimental porridge is awfully un-British:

When I am ordained, I shall wear purple
with killer heels and bright red lipstick
And I shall go round preaching from the Bible
…The liberating truth that Jesus calls women
and tell those who say otherwise that it is they,
not I, who are bad theologians.

I shall sit down with fellow clergy
when we are tired of fighting for equality
and going the extra mile with grace when we are put down,
And we will make up for it:
by encouraging one another as Scripture says,
and praying for those who abuse us,
and rejoicing that we are suffering
(but just a little bit) for Jesus,
And we might even eat some chocolate.

I can’t go on. My valve is slamming shut. If you wish to continue, read the whole thing. Verily, one would never find anything like this in the Lovecraftian world of Cosimanian Orthodoxy, right Charles?