Poem - David

So who is this ‘David’ I talk about?
With a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my lips
Who is this man that’s made such an impression?
Let me give you some tips.

He’s the man, who, at every sermon
Told a joke that had us waiting in anticipation
Not only for the humour, but to witness how, yet again,
He had weaved the joke in to the sermon message; such creation!

He’s the man who talks of his family, his friends, his childhood
With love and gratitude.
Yet when describing his role in all these stories
Gives himself no latitude.

He’s the man that saw through the carefully veiled words
Prior to my marriage
And true to his calling, advised with a targeted focus
To pre-empt and prevent damage.

He’s the man who places himself at no better than anyone else
Who openly conveys his human frailty
And by so doing, unwittingly conveys to us all
That continuous improvement is a reality.

This is the man who turned me around
From seeing church as a place where ‘you’re told’
To realising, through his acceptance
That it is the place to be at peace, reflect, and find your soul.

This is the man I knew I could count on
To be truthful, frank and take me in
When I needed to trust through my fractured shock
And learn that putting yourself first was not a sin!