The Preacher
I am patience and kind.
I wonder if my love will return.
I hear hallelujah during my sermons.
I see angels watching over my congregation.
I want to bring people hope.
I am patience and kind.
I pretend my pain is gone.
I feel God's hands lifting me up.
I touch lost souls sometimes.
I worry about sin.
I cry that I lost her.
I am patience and kind.
I understand everyone faces a mixture of pain and happiness.
I say God will supply help to those who seek guidance.
I dream everyone will accept the word of God.
I try to help the less fortunate.
I hope to bring understanding to the world.
I am patience and kind.
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Amy,
ReplyDeleteI liked how you addressed the preacher's pain in your poem. His pain was so much a part of who he is. If you think about where he lives and the physical features of his church building they all point to a certain sense of brokeness.I also like how you included an overall feeling of hope. I think that you captured so much of the meaning of the book in what you said.
Good work!
I'm glad you gave the preacher some words of his own. I was so curious what was going on in his head. I felt sad for Opal that she had to call her father "preacher" instead of "dad".
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