Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Your Fruit Be Your Pastor


Let your fruit be your pastor
Let them your children feed your soul
Let them be your final parade
Let it rain with hands and feet
Let their clapping of thunder
Be residual in your heart
In them you are saved.

Let it rain with tears and laughter
Let them feed your soul
Forever after
Full of grace
Let your worship also, be their glory too.
And your glory
Be their prince of thieves
With each stolen smile
A seed to follow you on…
In them you are saved.

Treasures are they
No one can ever rid themselves or pawn.
Let your fruit be your sweet toil and languor
Let them your children feed your soul
Let their claps of thunder storm
Let them be your final parade
In them you are saved.
Your fruit be your pastor
Your fruit be your master
Your fruit be your pastor
In them you are saved.

Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Topic(s): song

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Your Fruit Be Your Pastor by Mark Heathcote )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The Passing Of Days, Lilly Emery
  2. In/and, William Stobb
  3. Release, William Stobb
  4. Some Purple, William Stobb
  5. alone now, Brandon J. Moore
  6. The Dead Bird In My Garden, Leslie Philibert
  7. My Soul Mate, Kristopher DeLander
  8. In a Mountain Pasture, William Stobb
  9. Paradise Paradise, Charles Jagongo
  10. A Sense of Proportion, William Stobb

Poem of the Day

poet Sara Teasdale

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]