Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRUE PREACHER, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: He sees one thing, the preacher, king of souls Last Line: And hear to endless death or endless life. Subject(s): Clergy; Priests; Rabbis; Ministers; Bishops | ||||||||
He sees one thing, the preacher, king of souls; Sees with a single vision, undistraught By policies or pleasures: sees his God Longing in pity forth to wretched men; Sees it in trembling, for he knows himself; Sees it in courage, for he knows his God; Sees it in agony of brother-love, And seeing, speaks. With hush of soul he speaks, So sure he knows his weakness grasped by god. Not as the braggart, with a smirking feint Of worthlessness, looks sideling for applause; Nor as the canting bully, bludgeon-voiced, Doubles his fisty words; nor flabbily, A feeble thought limping on flaccid phrase; Nor like those errant, busybody tongues, Now chattering heavy politics, and now Flipping tip-deep in science, now agape With poets for the moonshine, and now big With tumid half-quotations half-absorbed; Not thus will he, the preacher, king of souls, Win his large-worthy kingdom. He will speak Forthright and plainly, with a human sense, Of comradeship, yet will his thought be drawn From ample spaces where men's feet are few. He will speak sunnily, yet all aflame. He will know doctrine but as moving life, And life as stayed on doctrine. In the streets He will pick up his sermons; by the plough, In kitchens and in factories; at school, Beside the puzzled schoolboy; in the shop, Where men are stripped for trade's unending race, And by the solemn couch where all must end. And as he walks, in single, hushed discourse, Or where men gather voluble, or where The pulpit grants a primacy of speech, He has one word; beneath his lightest chat Or boldly on the surface, burning still Through all he says -- one word: "Eternity!" "Live not for shreds and patches," is his cry; "Live not for hours and days, but for the whole, For that vast reach, time-dwarfing, infinite, Beyond the blackened boundary-thread of death. Yours are those royal spaces, yours by grace Of Christ the Forerunner. Oh, purge your sin! Oh, strip your life of hindering heavy weights! Oh, set your faces thither! There are goods, There only. Joy and only joy is there, And there alone, or on the blessed way. Be done with brute desires that gnaw themselves! Be done with lies that do not cheat themselves! Be done with life that only tinsels death! O the far visions, O the foodful wealth Where Christ is, and where Christ would have you come. Follow me, follow, friends, with shining eyes, Heads high, and hearts heroic!" Thus the call Rings from his pulpit or in byways pleads, Changing as fountains infinitely change, Yet still the same. And men must hear the word, As always words authentic. Men must hear, And hear to endless death or endless life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE DEMENTED PRIEST by JOHN BERRYMAN HORATIO ALGER (1834-1899) by MADELINE DEFREES ELEGIES FOR THE OCHER DEER ON THE WALLS AT LASCAUX by NORMAN DUBIE IN THE TIME OF FALSE MESSIAHS; CIRCA 1648 by NORMAN DUBIE THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: FATHER WHIMSETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THIS SIDE OF CALVIN by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY WHAT WAS LEFT OVER; FOR SUJATA BHATT by ELEANOR WILNER A BATTLE SONG (WRITTEN IN THE WORLD WAR) by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS |
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