Best Missionary Poems

There once was a bum. He was the neighborhood drunk. He had an unkempt demeanor. His salt and pepper hair had not been washed in years. The clothes he wore were 
ragged. His shirt had giant holes in them. He looked twice his age. In...

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Tell me how may I show you devotion?
No words are left in this dictionary.
Which fool said love is just an emotion?
My Goddess, I am your missionary.

The essence of time is not eternal,
but my adoration is evergreen.
You are a flower that is nocturnal.
Alive in every season...

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The Rich: 
Our lunch is so tasty and luscious 
It’s like in the mission we will see 
Hmmm….the air so cold and affectionate 
I can finally use my money as well as charm 
Crap! My gadgets will indeed save me 
Branded clothing will be an...

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He sits under the trees of the garden,
As unto the voice of his maker he hearkens,
A pillar of light is he as the world darkens,
Declaring the gospel's true pattern,

Humbled,he stands in the courts of his accusers,
Smiling at the fowl word of his criticizers,
As he diligently...

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crouching down to 
“get on the same level” as the child standing before her/him,
with one hand brushing away a few flies that have
nestled themselves in the hair of the kid
as the sun beats down 
burning & burning, for the child at this time
wears no sunscreen,...

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I was head over heels in love with certain mementos I keep,
they’re like my precious treasures unknown to everyone;
a place where I used to keep them were hidden in my room,
a kind of sanctuary, a private locus sealed with continuity.

I had those stamps collected from...

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Remembering once when yet a child; gazing.. 
Quietly through the rear window's glass as time 
Within a dream it seemed; she, holding tightly unto 
My teddy bear tiny eyes slowy watching be this world 
Disappeared while tasting but these, salty tears; echoing 
Their voices colourful...

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He approaches the globe like an open dome, 
leaving the comforts and confines of home,
seeking to find each tribe, wherever they roam, 
to make the power of Christ's sacrifice known.

9-5-2022...

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At Chefoo Reconsidered we did speak
Of faith as something we as children held
To be most precious, with our parents’ fierce
Example holding us to sacred truths
But now as adults with accomplished years
We looked with cool detachment on that fire
And wondered if with tainted motives they
Flew us...

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It's not always that missions are about "the goings" to somewhere else                                 ...

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Maybe
It’s best
Or maybe it’s better to believe
God wishes
To spread His spirit
Like dandelion seed to wind

Where it lands
It should stay

Resist the story of Ham
Embrace Eve

Mission not
In masts of ships or cannons shots
Nor with whips, coins, crowns, holy books, fighter jets
Or in a noose of love

Allow
The flower
To...

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Conversion

Leopard, jugular eyed, silent,
did you pause to rest too long?
See how she pulls you about her throat
how lightly you rest upon her shoulders.
Upon what missionary did you feed
that you should be so converted?...

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Since 1983, I spent each year
With her, or reasonably near
O to think I once was young, in love
With U (USA) running from African woe
That apartheid in South Africa
Yet I hadn't planned to leave her
I'd visit a month or two, less than a year
Even when I...

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1.
I need courage
To live CHRIST-ian
I tasted intimacy
In Triune Communion

2.
At my age
With second family
I cannot complain
Except for spirituality
I wanted visions
Of Jesus, Trinity

3.
Can't see Face
God's. And live?
I settled then
For African evangelism
Still want intimacy
Tasted back then...

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If I can say it,
but not sing it,
or even hum a resonant melody
that feels like it,
then perhaps my greater gift
is silence,
at least for now,
until toxic seeds
ripen into our healthiest
resilient,
harmonious,
fertile wealth.

So, sing to me,
divinely doctrined Missionaries
and patriarchal Terrorists
offering personal
individualized
autonomous salvation
swept into heavenly soprano Paradise,

When
and where
and why...

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