All of our Eleventh Sons

If we are fortunate there will come a day

When after having gathered enough courage

We are able to answer the knock

That only the brave heart can hear.

The knock that heralds the beginning of a journey

To find all of our eleventh sons

The banished, the beaten and the sold off parts of our past.

 

Exiled and left unattended in our Goshens

Did we really brush off our hands and think, “That was that”

Did we really believe we were clever enough to move

All our eleventh sons beyond the reach of God’s potent dreams,

Of God’s saving grace, and redemption?

Did we really think the God who leaves the ninety-nine for the one

Could ever forget them and their colourful sacred wholeness?

 

If we are fortunate there will come a day

When after having gathered enough courage

We are able to answer the knock

That only the brave heart can hear…