Jesus, Quiet One,
your call is not just the seashore challenge
to change my vocation.
You call every moment,
every conversation, every choice.
You whisper gently,
“Here. Come with me. This way.”
Am I radically open to your nudging,
ready to go an unexpected way?
What entangling nets must I let go of,
what habits and comforts must I leave behind,
what familiar safety net must I forgo,
what that I thought I knew
will I have to cease to know?
What nets have me?
Here, now, Beloved, draw me out. Set me free.
Working without a net.
Just your presence, your quiet, your love.
By Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Service Art:
Image 1: John August Swanson, Wikipedia Commons.
Image 2: Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, 1606-1669 - Vanderbilt
