It’s stirred not shaken, some kind of anti-martini –
this famous “follow me” call.
There’s the one that whispers, “Get up”
in the middle of the night
but isn’t there — on the ice cream side
of the refridgerator door,
or on the flat-screen TV
when you channel-surf to get drowsy –
maybe, just maybe, it’s there
if you listen to the breathing of someone you love.
Samuel, that call was Samuel’s…right?
Of course, there’s “Go, be kind to all the wrong people.”
Jonah got all swallowed up in that call.
Then there was Moses with the burning bush,
and Isaiah with the burning tongue–
way too political, both of them — calls to avoid
after the New Hampshire primary.
Mary with the pregnancy? really a one time thing.
But what about the call that’s not God’s voice at all
or mystical shrubbery or angels or whales?
There’s just someone extremely human
telling you to — “Come and see.”
Maybe it’s the girl from high school math club
who friended you on Facebook,
the neighbor woman with the annoying beagle,
the guy who’s a little too friendly at the meeting–
acts like you belong there,
when you just popped in to see what AA was all about.
Come and see, but everyone knows
there’s nothing good comes out of…church.
And Jesus (who has all these extremely odd disciples)
says he saw you at Starbucks with your laptop,
and knows you so much it’s practically identity theft.
Of course you should be really shaken up, but, in fact,
you’re stirred, that’s the point.
You are stirred up and already you’re thinking–
there’s someone else I need to find and tell — Come and see.
