Rebirth

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I came across a poem I would like to share by Keri K. Wehlander

We are the locked door,

the stone not rolled away.

You invite us to cross through waters, walk dry roads

look toward transformation in every wilderness.

You believe we can.

We want other gods, other commodities—

depth without the daily searching.

You offer us a simple table

and the words, follow me.

You believe we will.

We choose a meager vision,

hold tight to the catch of our nets,

You tell a story that asks,

Which one was the neighbor?

You believe we understand.

We are perplexed

when you appear in our untended gardens.

You say, peace,

to all our uncertainty.

You show that new life

comes with time, with practice,

and the sowing, however small,

of stubborn hope.

You believe we will grow.

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