The Call on Our Lives
We stand on any mountaintop, binoculars pressed to our eyes,
Ears to the ground,
Seeing, hearing the groans of creation,
No longer able to fully avert disaster’s course.
Do you see the next generation? The next seven?
Who will be a voice for the Earth and the galaxies?
We stand in the gap between ignorance and relationship,
Between fear and bold love.
Who is willing to climb into another’s skin
And stay long enough
To be moved by empathy to action?
Who will be an advocate for justice?
We stand on the enormous tower of privilege:
Education, race, gender, and more.
Our task, our calling is to be watchful
Of our motives and posturing,
Of those with no privilege
And those who have toiled and clawed
For a place at the table and in the work force.
Who will release their grip on power for the sake of others?
We stand on one side of the great chasm of disparity:
The have or the have-nots,
We the people versus me the individual.
Who will cut past rhetoric and fallout?
Who will do more than shine a light on atrocities?
Who will lay their life down as a bridge over the divide?
Each moment we stand on the brink of choice,
Ruah’s breath hot on our necks,
Holy One’s mandate touching our hearts:
“Watch and listen;
Then be moved to Love”.
©June 28, 2016 Cynthia Langston Kirk
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