On Monday, February 12, 1990, I began writing a poem that was a whining sigh into the dark night sky. It was a start at pouring out my fatigue and lack of inspiration with the youth ministry I was involved with at the time.
And now, in the midst of Pastor Appreciation Month 2023, may it serve to tell all the pastors in our lives that they are not alone, there are people who understand, and it's okay to step back and rest every once in a while.
Can anyone keep just pouring it on?
Creating magic and doing no wrong?
Moving the masses, inspiring men
Surprising, impressing, again and again?
What works for awhile won't work all the time
The clock loses meter, the poet, his rhyme
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Truth is...This poem needs to be completed with some couplets of compassion and encouragement, just as your pastor needs your words and gestures of affirmation and love.
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