The Pastor-Beggar
Posted by restorel66 on February 26, 2009
The pastor-beggar drifted
‘cause the way is never clear when
the chips and blows and
glances form an idol out of fear.
He
bobbed along in bluster
till he almost blew away.
The ones they call his demons
said he held a hand
to play. So he
laid down his last dollar, kept
an ace down in a hole, till
the queen of hearts came
steady on and seared him
like a coal. Now his heart is
shreds and tatters and
his heart is filled with ruth where
the teeth of self-
deception gnawed
the corners of the truth…still,
the broken plate of comfort
that once served his precious
wish must, in time, become
a banquet on a fine and
costly dish. And
the pastor will be proven
by the testing of the years
as a beggar who gained
riches; as a king who
reigned with tears.
