The call of the wild
sounds romantic to the inner child,
devoid of cares
who dares
to set off on unknown byways and
adventurous highways.
There is a different call
when you pick up all
you can carry
and dare not tarry
as the rattle of machine gun
or the drone of the drones
robs childhood of fun
and families of homes.
The dogged rhythmic beat
of endless walking feet
day in and day out
carrying hope and doubt;
longing for a welcome,
for a rest,
for a cast off bed,
no need for your best.
As false gods and prophets
break vows and make profits
and give in to temptations
of power and control;
a wandering preacher
a healer and teacher
weeps gently
for the children who will never grow old.
He watches the able
fail to turn the table
of injustice and loss
and so revisits the cross.
For love’s sake
call out from the wilderness
the orphan, widow and refugee.
For Christ’s sake
Call out the careless war-brokers
and conflict stokers,
that in peace and safety
all might be free
sounds romantic to the inner child,
devoid of cares
who dares
to set off on unknown byways and
adventurous highways.
There is a different call
when you pick up all
you can carry
and dare not tarry
as the rattle of machine gun
or the drone of the drones
robs childhood of fun
and families of homes.
The dogged rhythmic beat
of endless walking feet
day in and day out
carrying hope and doubt;
longing for a welcome,
for a rest,
for a cast off bed,
no need for your best.
As false gods and prophets
break vows and make profits
and give in to temptations
of power and control;
a wandering preacher
a healer and teacher
weeps gently
for the children who will never grow old.
He watches the able
fail to turn the table
of injustice and loss
and so revisits the cross.
For love’s sake
call out from the wilderness
the orphan, widow and refugee.
For Christ’s sake
Call out the careless war-brokers
and conflict stokers,
that in peace and safety
all might be free
Michaela Youngson
For All We Can - Lent 2019
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