The priest stood with something in his left hand, a small open book.

The priest stood back against the wall to let him pass.

The priest from our church was standing at the front door.

The priests stood near him, but they kept back and did not speak.

A priest from a church across the street is standing guard.

The priest looked up from his book, and stood silent.

The priest stood over the open grave and said his bit.

The priest stood across the room, a leather book in his hand.

The priest stood for a moment, staring out into the darkness.

A younger priest stood close by to relay what he said, but there was no need.