( reflecting 1 Samuel 3)
God, you who want to wake me,
and just have someone to talk to
in the middle of the night,
I pray gratitude for the Eli’s
in my life, the so-imperfect people,
who were poor parents,
or poor judges,
who made mistake after mistake,
avoided naming injustice,
missed God-moments in their own lives.
Yet they were willing to help me
distinguish your voice
from all the other noises,
even their own words,
and then be willing to listen
to my young, true
(if a little self-righteous) critique.
Despite all their flaws,
they sent me beyond
someone who keeps old lamps lit,
to be someone called in the night,
and a prophet of morning.
(Perhaps you will feel moved to identify these people in your life.)
Maren C. Tirabassi’s newest book is “Christmas Eve at the Epsom Circle McDonald’s and Other Poems” and she blogs at http://firstname.lastname@example.org/ She’s a UCC, US, pastor and a writer and lives in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.
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