In the place where it was said,
you are not my people,
there you shall be called
children of the living God
In the place where it was said,
who do you think you are?
In the place of
you do not belong,
there shall you be called
Called up from what you were doing,
how you were holding to a set of actions
with their related words
that hid you safely (ish)
between the bars of the grates
Called up from what you were thinking –
schemes – some of them,
justifications – oh so many,
stories, however convoluted,
that carved a space for you,
however small
In the place where it was said
(not by anyone who knew,
not by anyone who said it for the first time)
there you shall be called children
Therefore expected to need care,
therefore droll and dearly loved,
you will be called children
of the living God
The living God,
the power of the essence
of all that is alive,
all that precisely gives what blesses
in this and every moment
You will be called to feast –
children, you will multiply
the ever growing light of life.
You will be called home –
in the source and cause of all life,
beloved living jewels.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 6, 2021
