Many and One (For John Oliver Feetham, Bishop and Bush Brother)

If we met one day,
resting beneath some eucalypt,
taking noonday shelter,
breaking bread and sharing peace,

would we, I wonder, look each other
in the eye and see kinship’s glint,
the marks of grace, the familiar signs
of those bought with the same price?

We may have fought;
you clashed, I know, with ones like me,
and held some causes which I, from
my low-church, urban pew, reject.

Though maybe if we walked along
the same North Queensland paths, beneath
the same trees took our rest at dusk,
we might have paused as friends;

perhaps if we could lay to rest
the differences of time and place,
we could recite our common prayers
and eat from the same bread.

Though we are many, we are one;
yet more than bread must be our union.
We can join hands if this is true:
that you found life upon Christ’s tree.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s