pastor appreciation poem

all down the years
over the river they beckon to me
i bid them all farewell
do you hear the rain?
but i cannot read you now
melancholy days have come
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
she limps with halting painful pace
along the banks
when i go back to earth
out of the deep and the dark
friend, whose smile has come to be
all those treasures that lie