A Kind Priest Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Kindness and gentleness stand out in quiet splendor,
behind the scenes, smoothly running everything.

Having a hand in touching the right buttons, allowing
the swiss timing of human nature to run serenely with
out a hitch.

Soft-spoken, quietly being an authority, mildly giving
orders in a fashionable sense.

Never hurting anyone's feelings, explaining why he
disagrees, if he ever does.

All things that are done by him, gently flow downstream,
with a blessed wish and a healthy prayer, that God sees
fit to guide you where He wants you to be, when you're
not with Him.

All of these mild mannerisms are seen from a distance,
because I do not know him well.

Yet, sometimes late at night when I've needed help,
God has led me to him.

Many times I've wondered, marveled, at his way in life,
never have I stopped too long to talk, because I felt
I was interrupting something between him and God.

Walking silently around the grounds, locking up the
gates, caring for the Chapel, many times does he pass
me by and always smiles and says hello, no matter what
the hour might be.