Movement

We sit in our towers safe, expecting people to come to us
Yet they are waiting for us to come to them, a movement
Spirit moved outside the upper room and flung it wide
Casting disciples in the street, moving to see the foreigner
Jesus moved outside the temple, walking with the crowds,
Trying to get them to understand the bread of life held
In their hand, abiding with them just as he proclaimed
The Father and he abide in one another, showing the way
Its time not to sit, to open wide the doors, to meet and
Push ourselves out, across the divisions that bind and
Keep us believing we are not safe, the gospel is never
Safe, it is no tame thing, just look at how the leader lay
On a tree and dead in a grave, yet pushed out again
Into the world, a proclamation that love wins