My Brother In Law the Blind Preacher
It's been many years that have gone by since I set at his table
Playing twelve spot dominoes with this remarkable man, who was quite able
There was no hesitation as his fingers danced accross the dots to choose the right
one to lay down
He never did slow the pace of the game, and I don't think I ever did see this
remarkable man with a frown
He was a good looking fellow by most any measure, and very clean and neat
And I remember at one of his sermons how he spoke of the woman washing Jesus's
feet
Before church started that particular morning he asked me to drive him into the
woods so he could just listen for a while
We sat there that morning, it was in the early fall, and every now and then a little
sound or the puff of wind would bring his face a big smile
It may have been the sound of a bright colored leaf as it fell onto the others
Or especially the singing birds and cawing of the hawks and fluttering wings or bird
babies chirping for their mothers
This prepared him for a sermon he wanted to deliver, straight from creations voices
and tender carress's he was at last ready to go
And for me it was such a beautiful memory that stoked and encouraged my spirit to
grow
The sermon he brought that fine fall morning was so full of live energy and true faith
and nobody seemed to hardly even move
Except to dance with the spirit if they were encouraged to spiritual groove
They all seemed to be so proud to have been there to hear their fine preacher
No doubt about it, he was a very fine man and a wonderful teacher
Copyright © James Gooch | Year Posted 2011
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