Whose Model - Poem by James Tipp
What am I?
This priest in the twenty first century.
To what am I called and how do I serve?
I followed His voice to live the gospel,
What kind of job description is that?
In a world hooked on money and success,
I am a failure for I have neither.
If only some say you had better management skills
If only you had letters after your name
If only you were more professional
Instead I find myself, crying with those who mourn
Puzzling with those who suffer,
Laughing with those in love,
In fact I find myself living by being there.
Breathing the same polluted motorway air,
Smelling the sewage works in summer
Fighting with the supermarket trolley
Struggling with the parked cars at school time
Sitting in the doctors with the other sick people.
It used to be called vocation, called by God.
What am I?
This priest in the twenty first century
One called to live in Christ amongst those He loves
Who may not know they need Him.
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