To this place he came,
the boy of a religious upbringing
the Cornish choirboy
he; the boy who served at church.
To Salisbury he came,
with it's majestic Cathedral
and impressive medieval architecture.
See him,
the early mornings
cold and misty around the Cathedral green,
adorned in a cassock
bible in hand
the daily walk from the college
across the green to the first of many services.
Under the instruction of the Dean of the Cathedral,
to reflect,
pray and learn.
It was to this place he came - to answer the call.
To this place
young and full of conviction,
trusting with strength
the divine timing
a candidate for ministry stepping off life's carousel
separated from a young wife,
to this place
trusting in his strong beliefs
and in the one divine God.
To this place,
this place of study,
with all that lay ahead of him.
Three years of devotion
the introspection,
the soul-searching,
the commitment and study - he met head on.
Here to align his life with Gods purpose,
to explore his calling
to receive a theological education on the path set by the Church
to this place; himself he gave.
To this place which on occasion saw an obedience sometimes fail.
Minor distractions,
the occasional evening stolen,
away to a local hostelry,
back past the curfew hour
slipping in through an open dorm window - but,
back to the focus required,
never doubting his inherent faith
and back to an adherence to the cause.
A practical curacy period, reinforcing his achievement
at this place - confirming his faith
and all that he had achieved.
Then; from this place,
as a man of God,
he took all that he had become
and returned to his native Cornwall.
He delivered Gods message to the many communities there.
Delivering Gods word,
comforting believers,
spending the rest of his life
in the place that was within him
the place that he loved,
this place where now he rests
in the graveyard of the Cornish church he served,
resting along side many of his flock
many dearly departed old friends.
