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.”
Being in the pastorate is a highly fulfilling job if you are called to it, not least because you get to work with some wonderful saints. But every congregation also has people (who shall here remain nameless) who give the pastor a certain sympathy for Moses.
THE “MURMURING” MOTIF
Curtal Sonnet # 6
At the sea, the rushing waters stood;
At Marah, bitter waters turned to sweet;
At Meribah, they spurted from the rock.
The people saw and drank; it was as good
As Manna, honey-cakes they had to eat.
They surely were a richly pastured flock.
Still, every time a little trouble came,
Like starving goats, that flock began to bleat,
And Moses had to listen to them mock.
If he thought that was the limit of their shame,
He was in for a shock.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD