Not belonging


The one we follow

steps away from the constraints

of earthly contentment and desire

to listen more closely to the words of grace,

love and delight that whisper insistently

in the calling that shapes him.

With freed arms he offers

his liberating embrace

to the ones he calls friends.

They are to walk his own awkward,

earth-traced trails, and many more;

experiencing the challenge of the landscape,

feeling the sadness of its breaking,

and uncovering hopeful nuggets

and other surprising life-gems

hidden beneath layers of dust.

Born of that same dust,

they see beyond their parentage,

knowing that they are neither

children nor slaves,

but sisters and brothers of one,

who, for something more beautiful,

refused his world’s comfortable

and seductive encumbrances.

Belonging most completely,

yet not tethered by that belonging,

they refuse the gravity pull

of everything that would rob them

of the true freedom and joy

that is their inheritance.

Climbing love’s thermal currents,

recklessly they soar, rising and diving;


with determined wings.


Some poems are works in progress. I post them anyway in the hope that others might find them helpful. I think this is OK, but I may revisit.

© Ken Rookes 2012



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