we have been
a people called out
called out of ourselves
to the public square

we are a gathering
in the windy world
fools found and foul fishermen
brought under a lighter yoke

but

there are no shadows
beneath the mid-day Son
the streets are empty of us
as we have become
the called in and contained ones
the out of the world ones
hidden in plain sight
hermeneutically sealed by brick
safe and sound

’til

only the wilderness feels right
to me and mine and more
better to wander lost
than seek safe solace by the Nile
unwary of unknown cost