“Come after me,”
he said,

They dumped their nets and went with
the deep desires of their hearts.
They learned to heal,
to love.

Lord, thank you for calling us too,
 for accepting the beauty,
the blindness of us,
the warmth,
 the cold
of us.

Teach us to leave our nets and our works,
to come and follow you in love,
to seek out your
 people.

 From a murky corner
west of the Jordan
there shone a
small light.

It showed though all the world’s darkness and distress,
and lifted poles from shoulders, and smashed
yokes and taskmasters’
 rods.

Christ, help us.
Let us glimpse your light.

Fill us with angst at the
poverty in our midst.
Let us serve all
who ever
suffer.

Light us with the light
of your love.