Elected exiles

After I Peter 1:1-2 

Chosen, called out,

exiled, far from home,

we are the elected exiles,

living each day is dispersion,

by the waters of Babylon,

strangers in strange lands,

yet strangers called out,

selected, chosen. It begs

the questions: elected

to what? Chosen for what?

Alien and dispersed, why?

Whats and whys may not

be clear, but we know

the elector, the chooser,

the architect. We are

chosen in foreknowledge 

by the spirit, Father, sanctified

by the Spirit, baptized 

with the blood of the Son.

We are the elect. We are

the dispersion, living †he new,

living in the old.

 

Photograph by Francois Hoang via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Some Friday Readings

 

A Review of Thin Places & Sacred Spaces: Poems, edited by Sarah Law – Steve Knepper at New Verse Review.

 

In the Letting Go – poem by Martha Orlando at Meditations of My Heart.

 

Squirrels, Love Poems, and Jesus – Megan Willome.