A Call to Gather #1175

A Call to Gather In the shadow of silent threats, more lethal than bullets or speed, Prescription vials spill, claiming more than war or need. Yet in this hour of despair, where many a tear is shed, Rises a whisper of salvation, in sacred texts long read. The Gospel speaks in volumes more profound than any pill, Offering solace, offering sanctuary, a balm for every ill. Mightier than the halls of science, its truth cuts to the core, Inviting souls to healing realms where spirits soar. Hark, the good shepherd who tends not to the crowd’s delight, But to the flock entrusted to him, guiding them to light. He feeds not the goats but the sheep, with hands both firm and kind, In pastures green they flourish, a peace for them to find. Remember well the words of Christ, a plea from the divine, To see Him in the faces of the lost, the last, the line. "For as you did not for the least of these," He gently chides, "You turned away from me as well," His sorrow vast as tides. The fields are ripe, the harvest waits, the laborers are few, Jesus calls across the ages, bidding His followers anew. To be the sheep among the wolves, to brave the thorns and thistles, To reap the grain, to bind the sheaves, to solve life’s great riddles. So let us rise, let us respond to this divine plea, Combating the scourge that binds, with hearts brave and free. Join hands in faith, in love, in toil, in prayer that never ceases, In fields of pain sow seeds of hope, and reap the fruits of peace. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 4, 2024)