Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Poem 021

The Called
I sit beneath the tree where he saw me
Planted by the rivers of water
Eating my lunch of multiplied bread and wine

I hear the spirit-rustled treetops move
And cock my head listening for the call
To get up and go wherever the wind blows

I am not a twig, nor even a fluttering leaf
But a whirligig whose joyful fall
Makes a carving place for lovers' names

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Kenneth O'Shaughnessy of Simpsonville, South Carolina is a Christian of the Orthodox faith. He writes poetry, song lyrics and children's books. His latest project is Climbing the Ladder on Trochaic Feet. "The Called" comes from Isaiah 55:3 and 10-13.