Thanking God For Bob Morisseau's
Throwing open trunks of stories and tales,
decades of clerical life, but of sage advice
he dispensed by a dropper once or twice
when he feared egos going off the rails.
Flinging open that never ending larder
of hospitality to those wishing to be fed,
by him of that twice blessed daily bread
which he's able to give with great ardor.
Extravagantly unpacking love's truck loads,
dancing among us to remind us worth's
not dependent on perfection, but births
into life, walking on all sorts of roads.
Bob; faithful priest, a loving husband,
doting father to generations and a friend.
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