CALLED
CALLED
by Timothy Haut
We are called
To leave behind our solitary searching,
To put on that single garment of destiny--
The uniform of faithfulness--
Worn by creatures great and small,
Old and forgotten,
Young and eager,
Broken and bewildered,
Spirited and set on fire:
Sisters and brothers who share not race nor tongue,
But whose hearts are claimed by love,
Signed by a cross.
Our future is together,
Arm in arm,
Finding healing as we heal,
Knowing freedom in our forgiving.
We are the strangest travelers:
Seeking no reward at trails end.
As long as we may know the joy
Of journeying with him.
We are called
Disciples.
We are called
His.
(Comments to Tim at timothyhaut@yahoo.com.)
Deep River, CT