At Thirty-Six

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At thirty-Six 



The man, the shepherd, the priest; so gentle, never raised his fist. 

Stands taller than most, but not with without cost 

On his chest hangs a silver cross, a long-term consort of his.

Be not beguiled, for he seems glamorous, in the laces of Rome. 

His heart has been broken, into thirty-six thousand pieces, 

Yet holding on to the cross for solace, he grapples on. 

His faith has been interrogated, into thirty-six thousand shreds of doubt,

Yet holding on to the Holy cross for solace, he grapples on. 

His actions have been scrutinized, in lenses multiples of thirty- six, 

Yet holding on to the cross for solace, he grapples on. 

His nights have sometimes dragged, lonely and lengthy hours seeming like thirty-six,

Yet holding on to the cross for solace, he grapples on. 

His dreams have been thwarted, voices of intimidation far beyond thousands of thirty-sixes, 

Yet holding on to the cross for solace, he grapples on.

His encounters amidst four Popes, having to adjust to change thirty-six times too!

So the man, the shepherd, the priest, fasts alone and feasts with us. 

Because he has found joy in the Gracious Cross, the tree of life. 

At thirty-six, we celebrate his sweet pain and his dry sweat. 

We celebrate the martyr whose blood has been shed inwards. 

Happy Anniversary Rt. Rev Bishop Dominic!

At Thirty- Six.  

 


By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros OSF 
0726179789

Comments

  1. Anonymous17 September 2022 at 20:42

    Nice congratulations Bishop Dominic

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  2. Anonymous17 September 2022 at 20:57

    Nc one sister we want to see more and more of this quite encouraging

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  3. Anonymous17 September 2022 at 20:58

    May Almighty God bless you alot have learn more about Bishop.

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  4. Anonymous17 September 2022 at 21:11

    Good to be celebrated

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  5. Ezra17 September 2022 at 21:38

    So much blessings more than thirty-six for Bishop Dominic.

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  6. Anonymous18 September 2022 at 06:11

    Beautiful

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  7. Anonymous18 September 2022 at 06:16

    Long live Bishop. Weldone Sr Esther,may Almighty God bless you.

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  8. Anonymous18 September 2022 at 08:58

    Remain blessed

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  9. Anonymous18 September 2022 at 18:02

    A nice piece for him ma'am.

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  10. Anonymous7 October 2022 at 18:47

    Nice

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  11. Kawira202231 October 2022 at 20:21

    Wao, Sr. Esther, it means you a poetric. This is very good. I love Bishop Rotich too. A man of God full of Love, wisdom and peace. Blessings

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  12. Anonymous20 July 2023 at 10:14

    Nice one, long live Bishop

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  13. Anonymous26 August 2023 at 11:50

    Sr. Esther it seems you are literature oriented, I like such articles. Write more please and Many blessings to Our Bishop Dominic

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