Sorting through a not-as-organised-as-I-aspire-for-it-to-be My Documents folder recently, I came across a couple of poems which I don't think have ever made it as far as this blog. Not surprising given how unreliable I have been at keeping this updated in the last year.
A lot of my poetry, you may have noticed, has distinctly theological themes, and this one is directly inspired by a biblical text:
Then Jesus' mother and brothers arrived. Standing outside, they sent someone in to call him. A crowd was sitting around him, and they told him, "Your mother and brothers are outside looking for you." "Who are my mother and my brothers?" he asked. Then he looked at those seated in a circle around him and said, "Here are my mother and my brothers! Whoever does God's will is my brother and sister and mother." ...
... "Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up, grew and produced a crop, some multiplying thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times"
(Mark 3:31-35; 4:8)
I think this text is less to do with who people are, and much more to do with where they are. For me, it is about those who stand on the edges, who wait at the threshold, who want to position themselves where there's an easy way out; and it is about those who step inside, who take a front row seat, who choose to put themselves where it is much harder to just get up and leave.
This poem was written last summer, but perhaps, as we prepare to enter Holy Week and find our place in ongoing story of the Passion, now is an appropriate time to post it.
Stand at the door and wait
To cross the threshold
Dare to take your place
To sit with one another
To listen to my voice
Watch through the open window
To enter a new place
Among a different people
Those you do not know
Whether to fear or dare to love
Send me messages from afar
To find this inside place
Out of your comfort zone
And into my presence
And live this life
Become what you are called to be
We will go out
The inner life
Your seeds will grow
And your grain will be bountiful.