pastor appreciation poem

lived by the river-side
my mother taught me that every night
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
she limps with halting painful pace
i saw him once before
gone are the three, those sisters rare
babylon-where i go dreaming
i go my way complacently
perhaps
there is no escape by the river
there is an hour of peaceful rest
weak-winged is song
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
their beautiful hair