Where did they come from?
How did they get here?
...How did I get here
among them?
Talking
Laughing
Sometimes fighting
Witnessing miracles
hearts and lives being restored
Eating and drinking
and sometimes crying
walking and talking
seeing the paralyzed dare to move
Watching the blind man begin to see
sometimes hurting
sometimes confused.
Helping You feed the hungry crowd
Taking the bread and wine
Walking on water to You
and
Running away in the dark
weeping
scattered
afraid
hiding...
together
waiting for You
together
seeing You come
together
going
doing
what You said to do
together.
These people?
These are the ones
who followed
These are the ones
who are called by You.
(Mark 3:13-19)
Linking up with Velvet Ashes at The Grove where the word this week is "team"
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This is beautiful, Michele! Thanks for adding the power of poetry to the conversation.
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DeleteI liked your post very much. Your picture, too, really draws one into the conversation.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laurie - the picture is actually my daughter and I in our winter coats :-) a few months ago playing with shadows..I had forgotten about it, but when I was looking for a picture I felt would go with this poem - this one kept calling to me, even though I worried it wasn't bright or "attractive" enough - it just seemed the right match for the words...
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