Adoption

Like a chip off the ole block, from a short apple tree
We fall head over heels for our mother's songs and our father's stories
Our brother's longing to be ignored, and our sister's longing to be adored
Whether grafted as a sapling or planted as a seed we have come to call one another family

"Accept me," we cry
"Accept we," they reply, who have not asked of you or for you, whom you did not choose

Let us eat and drink
Exchange gifts and ointments
Wash feet, think not of money but of provision
Ask not for gifts but give thanks for what's given
For unto us is born this day in the family of David a child we do not recognize but Love
In whose eyes we see the fruit of our lives

God, thank you for birth
For adoption
For the knowledge of Lovers
For not calling us options but calling us covered
Commanding us to reproduce but giving us our druthers so we can choose to obey you in joy not excuse
So You can pour into our lack Your provision
So we can give back as we're given
So my heart and their hearts can have the same vision
So we can live and breathe and speak as children

We are a twinkle in His eye
A blinding light on a dark road calling crooked streets home and pharisees brothers
We are thieves in the night, stealing time away from our merry men for our Lovers
We are weaned in time for the fattened calf to be slain in preparation of our supper
We are sons