This whisper
(Matthew 10:24-39)
By Jennie Gordon
St. Margaret’s Uniting Church, Mooroolbark
were I not
to shout this whisper out…
this whisper
placental-fed into my inner dark,
burden of blessing
incubated
in childhood chimera
fed by faithful family
and nourished by names now unrecalled
with the sheer
impossibility of being
worth at least as much
as a sparrow
were I not
to shout this whisper out
it would erupt
volcanic, of it’s own volition
spewing it’s story
in a random ruptured riot
because love’s whisper
must be birthed
despite the cost
for what is born
is never lost