Whispers

 By: Stephanie Josiah 2014

Whatever happened to

our responsibility

our overall mission

not impossible, just unfulfilled

 

The corridors we navigate

littered with voices

will they echo forever

when our spirits shed these ears?

 

voices… whispers of other former

earth wanderers reach me

asking about my faith

and why I never shared it?

 

inquiries carried on puffed breezes

wanting to know why I was so loud

about Stephanie and quiet

about Jesus

 

wanting to know why I wasted

precious tick-tocking seconds

of hope-bringing time

to cut side-eye glances at

 

women on street corners, or sagging baggy jeans

or dirty wounded hands holding up signs that

read, “will work for food”

and I missed my chances to share

 

the only bread

I know

that won’t go stale

 

Is that how I worship on Sunday?

Do I swallow in the God-sized drink

of volume, rhythm, hands lifted in swaying

connection Jesus sessions

 

and miss the mark?

In those four walled holy jam sessions

I practiced my connection with God

but forgot His people whispering outside