kind, tired eyes from seeing
worn, battered shoes from walking
torn, tattered shirt from working
gentle, calloused hands from holding
humble, open heart from caring
you come to us
as one unknown
without a name
as of old
by the lakeside
as you came to those
who didn’t know you
“follow me,” you say
and set us to the tasks
which you have to fulfill
In our time
you command
we obey
in our own simple ways
you reveal yourself
in the toils
in the conflicts
in the sufferings
we pass through
in your fellowship
as an ineffable mystery
in our own experience
we are learning who you are
trevor scott barton, the color yellow, 2022
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