“Niece, She said...” (Micah 7:19)
You asked, “What’s planted, now would grow?”
I found through “questions”, time will show
Me things I would not see at all;
“ ‘I’m niece; he’s uncle’– I recall –He was from there, my mentor’s friend;
Last seen by me at training’s end,
When we went North – that great divide
Which meant we’d elsewhere work, reside.“Who are your people?” We all ask;
A rural thing – cemented fast
Into the fabric of our place;
“Six separations” (three, this case).Good family, that – of course, thrown out;
Good man indeed, took different route
Than he – each had a bitter pill
To swallow – it’s affecting still –Our lives – how cruel it all was;
How sanctimonious, because
We saw ourselves in power’s play
(Like Christ’s temptations in his day).Lord, take our so destructive pasts,
And toss them in that sea at last,
’Till we arrive in Beulah-land,
And we, in You, then under-stand.I ask as well that seed from then
Now sprout and grow, and that You bend
Whatever roads must bend until
Events this week Your ways fulfill.Thanks Lord for this.
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