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.
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