| Lamb Redux I went to church on Mother’s Day But thought about staying away. No Wilma Bach, no Pastor Kersten My eyes with teardrops would be burstin’. Feeling blue, but dressed in yellow (A Pentecost color like my fellows) Left home late, so I drove faster; Had to meet the new “step-pastor.” My trip to Grace perfectly timed, Reluctantly, the steps I climbed. When I walked in, what a disgrace! Someone was seated in my place! It happened to me last week too; Some strangers sitting in my pew! When it came time to “pass the peace” I almost said, “This has to cease!” I did not like them sitting there. I did not like it, I declare. They need to find an empty place And move on over; that’s my space! Met the new pastor, Linda Lee. I did not like her, nosiree! She’s much too young & way too tall! I did not like her, not at all. Guess she deserves another chance. I shouldn’t judge her at first glance. I’ll give her a break because she’s new. It’s not her fault she isn’t you. I tried to think what you would say, Am I a sheep who’s lost her way? I’ll try to change my attitude And give her a little latitude. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Right now she doesn’t quite belong. Your “act” is really hard to follow, But it’s a change we’ll have to swallow. I do not like it that you’re gone But the conclusion was forgone. Yes, I will miss you here at Grace. You won’t be easy to replace. New people in your place & mine -- I’m not too thrilled with this design. I’m really not too fond of change And Sunday, it was mighty strange. I know God always has a plan And I’m one of his biggest fans. I realize it’s time to trust that, given time, I will adjust. Enough with whining! You’re the one Whose new adventure has begun. Your opportunities abound. You’re a “girl pastor” who’s renowned. I looked you up on my computer. Was not surprised to find that you were On the “famous Lutherans” list Where Melancthon & J. S. Bach exist. So many years tending your flock, I’m sure that it is quite a shock To leave the work that you have done, A brand new phase of life to come. I know you’ve wished for time to write And now you have that goal in sight. The chance to travel the world round With fewer obligations bound. In any place, you’ll be a blessing And to new sheep you’ll be professing The saving grace in God’s own Son, The eternal life for us He’s won. I’m grateful for the chance to email, But I won’t spam you with the detail Of what occurs from week to week Nor carry on with my critique. So go ye therefore, job well done. It’s time for you to have some fun. And if you want to stay in touch, I would like that very much. Now with this poem of dubious worth, I merely want to spread some mirth. Lamb, I am, thankful anew. All this is most certainly true. More baa, baa, baa from Bach 5/12/08 |
