Grace and Peace to you.
“Whoever does the will of God
is my brother and sister and mother.”
Forget family, he says, forget
blood and house and inheritance,
identity and loyalty and honor.
It is not blood,
but the desire to do God’s will
that makes us kin,
I and the stranger, the opponent,
These are my own,
in the streets and marketplaces,
for whom I care as deeply
as my sister, brother or mother,
for whom I would do anything,
What accidental betrayal is then at hand,
what unforeseen dishonor?
How many chances
to be unfaithful,
to fail my duty,
to be blessed,
to be known,
to belong after all?
continuing despite passing conditions,
thick fog obscuring
that all the branches
are of one tree.