Pioneer minister

dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,

on the back of a strong steed,

traverses the country side.

Residents of the woods

perk up, looking towards the commotion,

disturbing their solitude,

on a country Sunday morning.

Lazy autumn leaves

in silent mid-motion while falling,

feel the Lord’s reigning presence,

in the minister’s passing.

Rifle across saddle

a problematic duality

quiet pen with screaming sword

peace and violent protection.

Sermon in drifting thoughts,

or at least significant scriptures,

interminable miles pass

under knowing, pounding hooves.

Church waits – anticipates

in a grove of tall hickory trees.

salvation starved pioneers

waiting for the word of the Lord.

Business on Saturday,

baptism at water’s edge by candle light

services Sunday morning

minister heads toward his next church.

Pioneer minister

dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,

on the back of a strong steed,

traverses the country side.

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