Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Like George Herbert and Edward Taylor, I found the pastorate highly conducive to following the secondary calling of Poetry. Pastoral ministry rightly pursued keeps you focused on big ideas (Theology) mediated through concrete story (Scripture) and applied to the real lives of real human beings (your congregation). A number of these poems come out of that matrix. Preaching surely should be an attempt to elucidate and focus the impact of Scripture; and the distillation of that attempt can’t help but generate poetry too, in those so called.
The crowds cried out, “Hosannah!”
As his humble mount drew near.
The waving of the branches,
The excitement of the cheers,
The strewing of their garments
Kept their thoughts from being clear;
But the Savior saw the City
And saluted it with tears.
Still they echo through the years!
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Donald T. Williams, PhD