Come To Me

We’ve dissected and divided our world

Into categories, labels, cultures, subcultures

Different religions, different nations, different classes

We’ve erected walls and boundaries

Around what is mine, what is yours, what is ours

And we give ourselves the right to defend them at any cost

All making the claim that these are God given rights

And God is on our side.

We are splintered and spoiled, cynical and sarcastic

Separated from our Source and keep wondering why

We keep trying to fix it but it just keeps making it worse

We keep building our cisterns that can’t hold water

All the while forsaking and ignoring the freely flowing fountain

The fountain that gives living water that never dries up

The foundation of the one, the only, and ultimately the

Final solution that gives the living water freely.

Eventually we will wear ourselves down

We will succumb to our weariness

We will run out of ideas, thoughts, and words

And in that formless and dark void

In that place of complete and true silence

We will hear the Word…Come.

“Come to Me, all who labor and are heavy laden,

And I will give you rest.   Take My yoke upon you,

And learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart,

And you will find rest for your souls.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Matthew 11:28-30