A square peg in a round hole
A spiritual misfit
Never fully belonging
Never quite at home
Always one step ahead
or one step behind
The cynical edge
The questioning glance
Is this what it means
to be a prophet?
Is this what it means
to be a disciple of the Son of Man
who had nowhere to lay his head?
Is this what it means
to be a follower of the mendicant misfit
who said: 'A prophet has no honour at home'...?
But
Maybe
a prophet with honour is never at home...
Maybe
the call is to never settle
Maybe
the call is to journey, to run, to hide, to escape
To forever be
the square peg in the round hole.
A spiritual misfit
Never fully belonging
Never quite at home
Always one step ahead
or one step behind
The cynical edge
The questioning glance
Is this what it means
to be a prophet?
Is this what it means
to be a disciple of the Son of Man
who had nowhere to lay his head?
Is this what it means
to be a follower of the mendicant misfit
who said: 'A prophet has no honour at home'...?
But
Maybe
a prophet with honour is never at home...
Maybe
the call is to never settle
Maybe
the call is to journey, to run, to hide, to escape
To forever be
the square peg in the round hole.
5 comments:
Thank you.
I really like this poem Simon. Did you write it? Thanks for sharing it.
Hi Lucy,
Yes I did. I'm glad you like it.
Simon.
Thanks for this
I know the poem wasn't actually seeking an answer to its questions but if it were then i think the answer's yes. Liminality is a persistent feature in being a disciple and maybe best we have are stages on the way when if we're lucky we wake thinking 'i had a dream about a ladder.'
I don't know what to say... you have struck a chord with me. Thanks.
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