Pastor's Last Sermon
by
Walter Jones
(Age: 63)
copyright 05-26-2007
Age Rating: 1 to 127
A cold wind filled the old church stage
A man as old as time and age sat on a rickety chair
A single flood barely illuminating his figure
A voice of power ripped the walls to shake
My hand though shaky falls a drop from the edge of the earth
My mind is not as in queue as it once was but not to the point of birth
My legs left me and carry me forward with effort I move but slow
My heart pumps not blood but love and need escapes me as life dies
From the pit of self I have taken all leave gladly the good and the bad
From the shadows of the corners I bring forth the pain of words that hurt
From the crevices of the mind I leave a thimble of the joy burnt in my soul
From the words you have given me I live in you and see the wonder two
Bring forth the wine and let me taste the glory of this day when I see
Bring the warmth of the fire letting it encapsulate trouble raging inside
Bring the milk of earth and let me taste all with eyes that can read
Bring time to me and let me mull it over with great care making equal shares
Gather to me the love of family still learning all that is needed to survive
Gather nuts from the field and berries from the bush join for the fruit of labor
Gather the last wish from every lip and bring forward as the icing on the cake
Gather me up and take me part and parcel to a rest that protects and shelters
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Another ferverent poem in the style I have come to look forward to reading, Walter. A pastor is an excelent choice for an introspective, since one would think he would have a relationship with God. Curious though that when near the end, our thoughts are probably not focused on pearly gates, angels' trumpets and streets of gold - but on the good earthly things and people that we love and will ache for when gone. You are always a stirring poet Walter and give food for thought.
Best regards, Lyle
The poem itself seems to jump out and speak, or rather preach in my mind. Nicely done, Mr. Jones. I like the way you repeated the first words of each stanzas. This piece speaks many good, religious aspects of life; of course, the title says it all. Words of wisdom, divinity, purity, and sanctity woven together.