Kind, tired eyes from seeing
Worn, battered shoes from walking
Torn, tattered shirt from working
Gentle, calloused hands from holding
Humble, open heart from seeking
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 way.
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 green, 2024
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