Minstrel

In words of rhyme and fancy
Strumming from strings of six
The minstrel tells his story
Love, life and fellowship.
Around the fire or at the table
Good friends, good food, good wine,
There’s never an end to the cheer
But there’s always room for one more chair.
And when the merriment is over
A good night’s sleep and a meal
Off he goes to the next village
The next heart, the next soul
To entertain, sing a song, tell a story
Bringing news to those who toil
Bringing laughter to those who fret
Bringing friendship and joy to the lonely.
He shall pass this way again, he says,
We’ll wait ‘til the day comes for sure.
Our hearts are lighter for having known him.
A miracle: his life, our love, God’s peace.