For some time now (actually years) I have ruminated on the crossing of the Jordan river as the Israelis entered the "land" under the leadership of Joshua. My ruminations are "centered" from the acts and hearts of the Ark carrying priests as they took the first steps - then stood still while others went by them. For me they model "leaders that follow." Leaders that enable others to emerge in situational leadership.
So, during my "chewing this hard and long" I wrote a poem; it's Sam Hunt styled, in a chiastic structure ...
I'm seeking by listening to the "head-heart talk" of the silent priests ...
JORDAN
Into the
river we walked
Together we
walked but none talked
Our place in the river we took
We were wet but not from cold did we shook
On our shoulders we carried the
presence
That had carried us to the present
In our place in the river we’re now dry
In awe we shake but not cry
By us
through the river they walk
They’re dry
and O how they talk
By the way - I'm still ruminating . . . the poem's been "on the shelf" for a few years . . .
