BISHOP CINIMOD

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There is a man elevated from the rest

By his grace and style and taste

The man we’d all want to be

The man who has conquered, by me.

 

Not a monk, he wouldn’t have been remarkable

Not a husband, he wouldn’t have been charitable

Not a politician, he wouldn’t have been sincere

Not a poor man, he would be wallowing in excuse.

 

The man who never wobbles even when grappling,

I tried being him for a day

My words unmeasured, my acts ungraceful

My steps unsure, my taste wobbly

The pedestal so tall, I fell before sunset

I had to go digging for his secret.

 

His gaze lay on a man so great

Though unseen by many as heroic

As he vulnerably hung on a tree

Such a secret!

 

The man elevated from the rest

Draws his phenomenal character from the Cross

Nothing he does is gross.

 

A shepherd of shepherds

Bishop Dominic!

On your 35th priestly anniversary. 


By Sr. Esther Koros OSF 

Comments

  1. Unknown14 September 2021 at 06:20

    Very nice poem

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  2. Charles masea oyagi14 September 2021 at 06:29

    Congrats sister

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  3. el_purpler14 September 2021 at 06:29

    💥💥💥

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  4. Tanko J14 September 2021 at 06:37

    Waw, lovely and so kindly written.
    Bless you Sr and congratulations to the servant of God

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  5. Unknown14 September 2021 at 06:56

    Great poem siz Easy

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  6. IPASO SAMUEL14 September 2021 at 07:14

    Be blessed @ Sr. Essy

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  7. Unknown14 September 2021 at 07:26

    Woow! Sr Esther! What a drawing poem.
    Ur gift is growing by day.
    We wish our bishop t best anniversary.
    Bravo to him.

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  8. Jakababa14 September 2021 at 07:28

    Awesome ✨

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  9. Transitional care and training center14 September 2021 at 07:48

    Welldone sister

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  10. Unknown14 September 2021 at 07:49

    Well spoken..! Hongera shepherd Kimengich

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  11. Fr. Mo14 September 2021 at 07:58

    Hongera Baba Askofu👏👏Asante Essy for the beautiful poem

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  12. Samoei14 September 2021 at 08:09

    A nice piece for him.

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  13. Bolabridget14 September 2021 at 08:49

    Nice poem. He is such a nice and wonderful man of God. God bless him always.

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  14. Unknown14 September 2021 at 08:55

    Wonderful

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  15. Unknown19 September 2021 at 10:44

    It's true of him. May God bless him. Thank you Sr.Esther

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  16. Unknown28 November 2021 at 23:19

    Wow!Good piece for dedication to our Bishop.Good work mommy.

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