Know-Love-Obey God

Trying to eavesdrop
on conversations
between Son and Father
I heard nothing
and did not understand.
I wanted in
on their secrets.
Were they talking
about me?
Then—
forgiveness, redemption, adoption—
His secret became mine.
He calls me ‘friend’
and in new-found intimacy
I hear
not with my ear
on the other side
of the door
but face to face.

“No longer do I call you slaves, for the slave does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things that I have heard from My Father I have made known to you.”

- John 15:15

(A High Calling Blogs Random Act of Poetry, for the prompt to write a poem on an overheard conversation. To participate, read the prompt here, then leave the link to your poem with L.L. Barkat here.)