J.M.J.
J.M.J.
TO MY SHEPHERD (Name)
I STOOD THERE BEHIND YOU WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE
HOLDING A FLOWER WHICH MY HANDS DID EMBRACE.
I PLANTED THIS FLOWER WHEN YOU FIRST WERE ORDAINED,
AND EVER SINCE THEN NEAR MY HEART YOU REMAINED.
IN THE PAST I HAVE HELD MANY FLOWERS THAT BLOOMED,
BUT SOON THEIR AMBITIONS THEIR FRAGRANCE CONSUMED.
MANY FLOWERS, DEAR (Name), I HAVE HELD IN MY ARMS,
BUT NONE WERE LIKE YOU WHO MY HEART STILL WARMS.
GOD, MY DEAR CHILDREN, HAS A MOST WANTED LIST
COMPRISING OF SINNERS WHO BY GOD ARE SO MISSED.
HE DOES NOT WANT SATAN ONE SOUL TO ENSLAVE;
THAT IS WHY YOU WERE CHOSEN TO HELP THESES SOULS TO SAVE.
MANY LOST SOULS HAVE COME TO YOUR DOOR
AND LEFT WITH THE LIGHT THAT THEY WERE SEARCHING FOR.
GOD’S PLEASED, MY DEAR (Name), FOR THE HEARTS YOU HELPED MEND;
NOW THEY TOO WILL BE WELCOMED TO GOD’S BANQUET ATTEND.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
6-10-2002
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(THE POEM REFERS TO A RETIRED PRIEST/CONFESSOR WHOSE MISSION WAS TO HEAR AS MANY CONFESSIONS AS POSSIBLE DURING EACH DAY. HE NEVER TURNED DOWN A SINNER IN NEED OF REPENTANCE. PEOPLE TRAVELED MANY MILES TO CONFESS THEIR SINS TO THIS NOW DECEASED PRIEST.)