Whether or not the delivery is liked or despised,
This...
Is my ministry.
My calling inside of me that has arrived.
This 'thing' that I do...
That leaves me often surprised.
Not from a pulpit is my ministry preached.
Not from street corners am I seen doing outreach.
And not with long winded lectures,
From behind podiums do I teach in a drone.
To bore to put those I witness to sleep.
Until I notice all heads nod and I am left alone.
And just 'today' like a bolt of lightning it hit me.
This gift I am blessed to possess 'called' poetry?
Is 'my' ministry.
This gift is my 'calling' with a duty to do.
Whether or not the delivery pleases...
For others to accept or leave to do as they choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem