The Slum Priest

He is the slum priest,
you will have seen him.
Cassock, short
to prevent dragging
on the pavements.
Worn at the cuff
from how often
those sleeves are rolled up.
Shoes, sturdy, lacking polish
scuffed and weather beaten,
the heel, disappearing.
He is the slum priest,
you will have seen him.
With a kind word,
with Rosary beads,
with time,
freely given.
To greet those society shuns,
or ignores,
or simply forgets.
He is the slum priest,
you will have seen him.
His altar is the park bench,
his confessional, the pub
his pulpit, the corner shop.
He is the slum priest,
you will have seen him,
but in truth, he would rather you
looked upon Christ instead…

SJMC+

(Writes: 14.II.19)

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