On the Demise of an Angry Minister
poison in his brain
a volcanic couldron
boiling beneath
the pastoral toil.
one cannot force
bitterness down.
it erupts sooner or later
violently
to the pity and slight suprise
of those around,
who shake their heads in
dark dismay.
cluck their tongues
and sadly say,
he saved others,
but himself,
he cannot save.
a volcanic couldron
boiling beneath
the pastoral toil.
one cannot force
bitterness down.
it erupts sooner or later
violently
to the pity and slight suprise
of those around,
who shake their heads in
dark dismay.
cluck their tongues
and sadly say,
he saved others,
but himself,
he cannot save.
That's a powerful poem, Mark. Who wrote it? If it's yours, shouldn't you make that clear before someone steals it? Whoever wrote it knows what pastoral ministry can do to even well-meaning ministers.
ReplyDeleteyes, I wrote that! Thanks for the compliment
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