CHRISTIAN POEMS AND DEVOTIONALS FOR THE SEARCHING AND WEARY
RETIREMENT POEM, TEACHER RETIREMENT, JESUS MINISTRY, RETIREMENT LIVING, TIME FOR GOD

 

    RETIREMENT POEM 

BEEN PUT OUT TO PASTURE?

By Frank Henrich August 20, 2006 

 One of the hardest things
  For that noble soul,
Whose spirit is striving
  To teach wisdom to others
And to share new gained secrets,
  Is when there are no ears to hear.

Where have they gone?
  All those so eager to learn,
Those so eager to obtain
  The pearls of history so rare.
Oh where have they gone?
  For there are no ears to hear.

They say I am too old
  To be of worth to them,
There are younger minds,
  Better fitted teachers, yes,
To feed the minds
  Of the fine new generation.

Oh, fellow teachers of old,
  Is this a stage I must pass?
Is all my learning to lead me
  To a useless life state?
Can this be true?
  For there are no ears to hear.

I believe that I know more
  Than the wiz kids of today,
I have studied years longer,
  Read twice as many books,
Pondered truth with energy,
  But there are no ears to hear.

It is like standing proudly
  On a high hill with a loud voice
Proclaiming great truths,
  Only to hear back the echoes
In muted, sad tones,
  For there are no ears to hear.

What am to do with myself?
  This drive to teach and share
Still burns deeply in my mind,
  I poured water on it, yes I did,
But it still burns with fury,
  Longing for ears to hear.

What am I to do with myself?
  Perhaps I must stop all my learning
Of anything new that sparks,
  Yes, better to not ignite that fire
That looks for ears to hear
  When there are no ears to hear.

Oh, what am I to do?
  My only fault is old age,
My mind still rings all bells,
  Perhaps my body moves
A bit slower than it did,
  Oh, where are those ears to hear?

I think I see something
  On the bright horizon ahead,
It is a silhouette of a man,
  Who appears black on the horizon rim
Framed by the sky's glow.
  My mind feels oddly strange.

I hear a distant echo
  Too soft of tone to comprehend,
But its intensity is increasing
  And that man is coming closer,
Yet, a long distance away.
  My mind feels oddly strange.

I stand there in awe
  As the man comes closer,
The echo sound grows louder,
  I can catch a few words,
What is happening to me?
My mind feels oddly strange.

I stand there frozen in awe
  As the black man keeps moving closer
Yes, closer and closer.
  Who is this black man whose
Image is framed by the sky? 
  My mind feels oddly strange.


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TEACHER RETIREMENT IN A RETIREMENT POEM, LET US NOW DO  JESUS MINISTRY,

 
 
 

A retired teacher feel left out to pasture as his or her ministry is gone and they miss their the Christian ministry jobs.  Retirement advise and retiement poems can help with senior retirement understanding.


TEACHER RETIREMENT CAN BE DIFFICULT FOR WE OFTEN HAVE LOST OUR FOCUS ON THE REAL GOD IN OUR LIFE, OUR CREATOR GOD,  TEACHING IS A WORK NOT TO BE WORSHIPPED.

TEACHER RETIREMENT
FRANK HENRICH WITH HIS FRIEND "ELLIE"

To understand this poem you need to start reading the poem in the left column and when you have read it completely start reading below:

(Continued from left column)

The sky has multicolor shades
  Of light sunset hues,
Yes, beautifully luminescent
  As only skies can be,
There on the horizon rim
  Stands this black man
With the light behind him.

He towers over me
  At least 20 persons high,
Listening to the echoing
  I think if I could
Strive to comprehend the words 
  Then maybe I will understand.

Then all muttering stops.
  The silence is eerie,
And in a voice that
  Has a sharply critical tone.
He says to me,
  "Is teaching your god now?"

I am at a loss at what to say,
  Then he says to me,
"Why have you left me?"
  Again I am at a loss,
Then he says to me,
 "Well, speak up, tell me!!"

What can I say?
  I am vexed, 
Who is this black man?
  I thought, yes, I will ask him,
So I say, in a weak voice:
 "Who are you?"

He says, "You ask, who am I?
  Why I am Jesus, your saviour
You committed your life to me,
  Has even that memory parted from you?
You used to be striving to serve me,
  Now you are striving to teach others."

I fall to my knees,
  The full impact of what I have done
Fills my body and I shake,
  I whisper over and over,
"Oh Jesus, forgive me,
Have mercy on my soul."

My head hangs low,
  I do not dare to look
Up at my risen Lord.
  Then a hand touches
The bottom of my chin
  Raising my head up.

What my eyes see,
  I find hard to describe.
The black man raises his arms
  In a gesture of welcome,
The sky tones turns to white
  With a glowing, golden light.

The black man slowly turns
  Yes, turns golden in color,
And more and more glorious.
  He says to me, "I forgive you.
I am your God, teaching is not,
  Find your joy in me."

I am still on my knees
  As the vision before my eyes
Quickly turns back to evening.
  But I am healed, and He did it,
No longer do I serve
  The secular god of teaching.

No longer do I look for ears
  To hear my words,
Instead I cup my ear
  Waiting for heavenly directions
On how to serve my Lord.
  My frustration is turned to joy.
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 JESUS MINISTRY IN A RETIREMENT POEM, YES TEACHER RETIREMENT, 

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