We are called to say yes
That the kingdom might break through
To renew and transform our dark and groping world.
We stutter and we stammer to the lone God who calls
And pleads a New Jerusalem in the bloodied Sinai Straits.
We are called to say yes that honeysuckle may twine
And twist its smelling leaves over the graves of nuclear arms.
We are called to say yes that children might play on the soil
of Vietnam where the tanks belched blood and death.
We are called to say yes that black may sing with white
And pledge peace and healing for the hatred of the past.
We are called to say yes so that nations might gather
And dance one great movement for the joy of humankind.
We are called to say yes so that rich and poor embrace
and become equal in their poverty thru the silent tears that fall.
We are called to say yes that the whisper of our God
Might be heard through our sirens & the screams of our bombs.
We are called to say yes to a God who still holds fast
To the vision of the kingdom for a trembling world of pain.
We are called to say yes to this God who reaches out
And asks us to share God’s crazy dream of love.
-by Edwina Gately