Steve
Taylor (sustain:if:able kiwi) writes: “The
lectionary text this week is the Zacchaeus story in Luke 19. It’s such a
familiar story. In preparation, I have been finding this poem helpful.”
Behind Each Door
As
you and I walk down this terraced street
Where all the houses seem to be from a common mould
And each door looks the same,
It would be easy to be mistaken
And assume that those inside each house
Are from a common mold.
You and I know, Lord,
That each household has a different story
Of happiness, heartache, and health,
Where all the houses seem to be from a common mould
And each door looks the same,
It would be easy to be mistaken
And assume that those inside each house
Are from a common mold.
You and I know, Lord,
That each household has a different story
Of happiness, heartache, and health,
wealth,
weariness, and worry,
sadness, solitude, and sickness,
energy, encouragement, and excitement.
sadness, solitude, and sickness,
energy, encouragement, and excitement.
I
see pictures of biblical villages,
With square white houses all the same,
When the same assumption could be made.
Yet you cut through all of that
And treated everyone differently:
With square white houses all the same,
When the same assumption could be made.
Yet you cut through all of that
And treated everyone differently:
‘Follow
…’; ‘Return …’; ‘Give away …’;
‘Be reborn …’; ‘Tell everyone …’; ‘Keep silent …’.
‘Be reborn …’; ‘Tell everyone …’; ‘Keep silent …’.
Keep
me alive, Lord,
To the special uniqueness
Behind each door.
To the special uniqueness
Behind each door.
~ written by Martin Wallace, City
Prayers, Canterbury Press, 1994. Posted on Emergent Kiwi.
