Poem for Reflection on May 7, 2017

I will be out of town on this coming Sunday but this is my poem reflecting on my job description of Shepherd of Souls at this church

Good Shepherd Sunday 2017

Shepherd is not a word in my daily vocabulary

but in my job description of things to have done,

before the light slowly fades from the setting sun,

tasks to be performed by a spiritual constabulary;

making sure order is done and sinners corralled

while tallying numbers of  all the bleating sheep

needing to be pastured back to a sermon sleep

while spreading care to one who’s sick or jailed.

There are days I realize that I am only one bleater

among so many and all I can do is to bleat out hope

by sharing an experience of when I couldn’t cope

so I turned to trust the one that I see as my leader.

I am not a constable or a champion; just a person

in the process of healing calling self as “Parson”.