The Parish Priest's Journey Poem by Hannah Tresa Reni

In the quiet hours before dawn's first light,
The parish priest begins his day anew,
With whispered prayers to guide him through the night,
His heart ablaze with faith, steadfast and true.

Through bustling streets, he walks with measured grace,
His thoughts consumed by those in need of care,
From morning's rise till night's embrace,
He tends to souls burdened with despair.

Though sleep may elude him, and hunger gnaw,
He carries on, his duty ever clear,
For in his heart, a sacred, solemn law,
To serve his flock, dispelling every fear.

Yet hidden 'neath his robes, a heart does beat,
With sorrows deep, and trials he must bear,
For though he walks with angels at his feet,
He feels the weight of human pain and care.

And as he tends the needs of those around,
The whispers rise, like shadows in the night,
Spreading tales of scandal, words unsound,
Yet still, he strives to keep his spirit bright.

So, when you see him, offer up a smile,
And ask him how he fares with genuine care,
For in his loneliness, it may beguile,
The burden of a life that few can share.

Remember, he's but human, born of earth,
With faults and failings, just like you and I,
But in his calling, he finds priceless worth,
A beacon shining 'neath the endless sky.


So, if you see him, passing by,
Extend a hand, a word, a prayer sincere,
For in this world, where shadows often meet,
His light shines bright, dispelling every fear.