When the Twain Shall Meet

There is a delicacy of old
With which men speak to one another.
Though, approaching from the farthest ends,
Never meeting in the middle,
Yet, do they honor one another,
In their humanity.

They offer the gift of presence,
Gifting to the other
An open ear
That wills to hear.

To do the Good
For the sake of Good,
To forge the best of thought
For presentation at the gate
Is the beginning of a holy end.

Though all men be wrong
In varying degrees,
There is something right
In putting down one’s arms
To meet as warring friends,
In hope and trust
That they serve a higher call,
When men do speak of peace.

Who is honored by this respect,
If not the Maker of all Men,
Who alone can change
Hearts of stone to flesh,
Making them like unto His own.

By Joann Nelander

4 thoughts on “When the Twain Shall Meet

  1. Lovely poem, as usual. I liked the warring putting aside their arms. Sometimes, though, I wonder if inherent conflicts (Islam/Christianity) can be resolved. It really is up to God in these cases, isn’t it?

    • I believe so, Barb.
      When the Holy Spirit moves, men fall down, as in Gethsemane as Jesus said,”I am He.” If we pray, they will rise new men praising God and prophesying. All in God’s time, though.

  2. Well said! I’m sure that we indeed honor God by listening to one another graciously and being patient with each other, even when strongly disagreeing.

    Thanks for this lovely poem!


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