My Ministry Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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.