There we were sitting in church
Waiting for the service to start
And this man came up to me.
It was a minister from my past,
Who was minister at this church,
Minister when I first joined the church.
A man with whom I became friends,
A man I have always respected.
He was with us when several of us went,
Went to Iona.
A place I shall never forget,
As that is where it happened,
I was touched by my god
And it changed my life.
My belief in my god grew
And is still there.
And this man was there
As the tears ran from me,
As my belief hit me,
And brought such joy to me.
He understood what had happened,
Had happened to my life.
To see him once again before me
As we hung onto each other’s hands
Brought so much joy to me,
And brought back such wonderful memories.
Thank you Stephen,
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This man lives in Jamaica and came to our church as minister for five years in the early 2000's. We became very good friends.
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Comments2
A fine write Gold.
A lovely poetic relating of a relationship based on a past history of faith. Very nicely related Andy
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