Creative Work

Reach Out?

Melani McLean

By all standards, I lose.
       I fail miserably.
I know I’m unworthy of an audience,
       but I pray you’ll have mercy on me
because my hands and my feet are the same as yours,
       rough with labor and the miles they’ve met.
My eyes see the world as yours do,
and we serve the same God.
So is it fair?
Is it justice
that a cup of water would be as precious as gold
       to my thirsty soul?
You may not understand the life I lead;
       but it’s my life,
              and we’ll have the same end.
If I could say anything,
       if I could do anything,
I’d make a name for myself,
       passing all my comfort zones
              to reach out
because that’s what we’re called to do.
Neighbor, see my dirty hands.
       I need you.
The hourglass is running out quickly.

Have we not all one father?
Has not one God created us?
Malachi 2:10a (NRSV)


PRAYER: God, forgive us for turning away from neighbors in need. Amen.

—from devozine (November/December 2011). Copyright © 2011 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

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