Country Parson

The old parson ministered to his flock where'er they might dwell, In his well-traveled buggy drawn by his faithful horse, Old Nell. Nell and he had weathered snow, rain and stinging gale, Sharing the Master's Good News throughout rural hill and vale. A humble country parson was all he ever aspired to be, Knowing the material rewards would be scarce for his family, But he had a fire in his soul that transcended all worldly goals. He dedicated his life to serving humankind and saving languid souls! The white-maned parson served his far-flung fold with dedication. He was welcomed by saint and sinner alike with love and admiration! Whether it be in the local saloon or Victorian parlor, it mattered not, He put folks at their ease always proffering a pertinent mot! He encouraged hapless souls stranded upon life's treacherous shoals, Counseling them, helping to redirect their individual goals. His congregation sat rapt, hearing his sermons so germane, Simple messages about the remission of sin for which Christ was slain! He performed baptisms, weddings and funerals for many generations, Sharing with folks their sorrows, tears and joyous celebrations! At the end of his earthly quest, God bestowed upon his brow a crown, Saying, "Parson, you have served Me and My flock with great renown! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)