Missionary Poems - Poems about Missionary

The Saint Missionary

She came from remote Albania to Calcutta all the way
as a young Catholic nun to permanently stay.
By chosen profession a passionate teacher unflawed,
destiny drove her to be a benign missionary of God.

Overcame ups and downs in pious path for herself she set,
besieged by the agony of the sick and the destitute she met,
the self-less soul

Without U

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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 worked (one in Mandela's time,
A deputy director in their State

Apotheosis

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 settle with its own face

To root and sow in a

Missionary Man

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

Needs and Seeds

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

Love Under R17 - Or 17 Rands

As I write ... streams slow
And a trickle of guilt
Flow, flow, flow
"Father, father, Faaathhher"
From beyond my gate and border
"Pastor, pastor, pastor"
Was the cry an hour before
He, Shady, got 5 Rands; he hoped for more
But as I write, I decide
Wonga won't be attended to
8 o'Clock at night? No, Charity will wait
I have shared uncooked & cooked

From 11am Till Now 8 Pm, No Electricity

I
Many who heard of Nelson Mandela visited the country in which he (and I) were born. Today I posted about walking or wading through diapers, dog & human doodoo on our roads, many dirt roads, in Newtown, 5720, near Ft. Beaufort. Don't be whitewashed by Google maps & KFC signs.

II
Power was cut by provider Eskom

Missionary Money

educated by the ancient twin mystics 
right eye and left eye
to nurture nature a desire for beauty
and sweet self astonishment
can't perceive without perceiving
music of the spheres for dummies
the elderly should be smarter than they are 
being close to death and all
instead the investigator discovers
a massive construction of leashes
not even the angry wish monsters
can cut them

Please Sing To Me

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 on Earth
does God hum
and Goddess ooh,

"Partisan dissonance is healthy"?

Or, in

On Vanilla Missionary Positions

When you folks are producing
your vanilla missionary practice,
who plays your Yang strong predator perception
and who prefers Yin reflexible reception?

Do you politically
and/or economically
flip his/her ecofeminist flop?

I'm sorry
but I do not speak of physical flops
mental drops
mindbody cross-fertilizing crops,
so I actively hope I don't understand your question,
with both of its bipartisan role play parts
divisively apart

Inhaling v. exhaling,
informing v.

Truth Be Tolled

aka "The Missionary Position"   per Jan 

Missionaries knocked on our door
And saw the wife flat on the floor
They said it was rude
To lie in the nude
But not in the clothes that they wore?

My Goddess I Am Your Missionary

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 - nature's queen.

When adversity knocks upon your door,
let me soothe

Old Missionary Kids Talk About Faith

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 from homelands to a foreign field
With them to fight for

Missionary Endeavor

W-ell
E-xecuted
L-ocal
C-ampaign
O-n
M-issionary
E-ndeavor

K-eeps
A-ttendees
P-ersistent
A-s
T-enacious
I-nviters
D-raw

K-een
O-bservers

Form: Vertical Monocrostic

The Woman of Samaria - a Missionary -John 4: 1-54

Jesus moved into the town of Samaria
for he left Judea to head for Galilee
but his route took him to this town
for this was where God wanted him to be

Having heard all that Jesus told her
she left the water jar for a new direction
telling others of this Jesus she had met
she knew the compulsive power of

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