Our Online Poetry Group is made up of people from across the globe who share a love of poetry. Their dream this year is to publish an anthology—for now, the group invites you to enjoy their Featured Poetry of the Month by Mich from the Philippines and Fleuria from Madagascar.
We are Called
In the beginning was the Word.
The earth was formless and void.
Darkness spread its cloak over the deep,
Then the Spirit raised His voice.
And God said—yes, He said—
He uttered, He spoke,
His Word cut through the dark
and light burst forth.
God spoke and He kept on speaking.
God said and God called:
The day and the night
and the waters and the light,
The first and the second
and the firmament of heaven.
God said let the waters gather
together as one
Under heaven be you gathered,
be one, be one
God said the same to His children,
be you gathered as one
He called out to creation;
He is calling us now.
We are called to fight the monsters
seen through a mirror darkly
We are called to face them daily.
We are called to stare them down.
We are called to forgive
again and again and again and again.
We are called.
We are called.
We don’t make a sound.
When asked what you believe,
do you remember what you said?
There are voices far above
and deep below our pounding heads.
We are called by our Creator,
we are called out by the world
There are voices trying to wake us,
they wake us and we drown.
We are called narrow-minded,
judgmental, frauds and hypocrites
Losers with so-called morals
that shift with political whims.
Who did you vote for?
Was it worth it, to come to this?
We are called self-righteous.
We are. Let’s admit it.
We think we’re better.
Better at our own secret sins.
We hide inside our well-lit buildings
and pour out praises while we rebel.
We are called to be aware.
Man was in the garden when He fell.
We are called to do great works,
but we imagine applause in our heads
We think the world owes us something
since we are called to raise their dead.
We are called. We were chosen.
A “royal priesthood,” mighty and proud.
But we are called to do justly.
Walk humbly. Cast down our crowns.
We are called to humble ourselves
again and again and again and again.
We are called.
We are called.
But we don’t make a sound.
God cries over our cities,
blood-soaked streets and infinite pain
He hears gunshots and screams.
Then there is silence again.
We are called as watchmen
yet we close our eyes in shame.
We are called to beat the darkness
‘til it bursts and bleeds daylight
Yet we have failed and we have fallen
from such, such great heights.
We are called children of the Most High
but we use His Name in vain
We have stoned all our prophets,
leaving silence in their wake.
Who will speak against injustice?
Who is left that knows God’s face?
We are called to love our enemies.
We are supposed to know their names.
This world aches for love
and hope is a fragile thing.
We shout but the Spirit whispers.
The Spirit sings.
Jesus said to His disciples:
Be you gathered as one.
God called out to creation.
He is calling us now.
We are called to remember,
speak out life, let love abound!
We are called.
We are called.
We do not make a sound.
We are called to stand down, soldiers.
Stand down.
The King that that you serve
chose a cross over His crown.
We have no guns or bullets.
Our sword is the Word.
We are called to say:
good news, good news, great news!
We are called.
We are called.
We don’t make a sound.
We are called to raise our voice.
The Spirit raised His very own.
By our love the world shall know us,
by our love we are made known.
Jesus said to His disciples:
Be you gathered as one
God called out to creation.
He is still calling us now.
God said the same to His children,
be you gathered as one.
Under heaven be you gathered,
be one, be one!
We are called to define and act.
Love is both noun and verb.
There is no truth in silence.
In the beginning was the Word.
Michellan Sarile-Alagao
Editor l Educator l Writer
Closed Door
God, what is this unexpected shift???
My reality looks different to the prayers I lift
God, I had an idea of how I thought my life would be
I admit the turn of events hurt, disappointed me
God, I had a dream, I had a plan, I had an idea
A clear idea of how I thought my life would be
I’m going through a situation I barely understand
I felt so discontent, I tried to force God’s hand
When I realized the door was bolted shut
I was trying to climb the wall, create a shortcut
Even right now, I can’t fully grasp the purpose behind it
But I ‘m learning to trust, obey, submit
For I believe this door is closed for my good, for my benefit.
As I said before,
I can’t grasp the reason behind this closed door
But I trust God has something more in store
There are many things I can’t comprehend
I have peace knowing it was closed by a sovereign, a loving hand
Right now, I admit, I cannot have access to the kind of life I want
But God will meet my need: “I shall not want”
Jesus knows best and I don’t
No matter how challenging my life is
I can trust Jesus’ Character and Promises
For His plan cannot be thwarted by closed doors and crises
Fleuria
Madagascar
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