Circuit Rider
Pioneer minister
dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,
on the back of a strong steed,
traverses the country side.
Residents of the woods
perk up, looking towards the commotion,
disturbing their solitude,
on a country Sunday morning.
Lazy autumn leaves
in silent mid-motion while falling,
feel the Lord’s reigning presence,
in the minister’s passing.
Rifle across saddle
a problematic duality
quiet pen with screaming sword
peace and violent protection.
Sermon in drifting thoughts,
or at least significant scriptures,
interminable miles pass
under knowing, pounding hooves.
Church waits – anticipates
in a grove of tall hickory trees.
salvation starved pioneers
waiting for the word of the Lord.
Business on Saturday,
baptism at water’s edge by candle light
services Sunday morning
minister heads toward his next church.
Pioneer minister
dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,
on the back of a strong steed,
traverses the country side.
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.