Dear Theophilus:: September 2003

Love's Messenger

An original poem, by Edwin Yang

I heard the question asked of me last week in church.
I heard it but didn't heed it
I take notes during the sermon
Check now and then that my fly is up
Greet a few old friends warmly
Get up and go on with my day

I heard the question asked of me at dinner last night with some pals.
I heard it but it was muffled by the clinks of glass and rolling laughter
We reminisce on our college days
And enjoy each other's company late into the night
Then we embrace, each promising the other to meet again sometime

I heard the question asked of me at a church down in Tennessee
I heard it but dismissed it amidst the hallelujahs and "Brother, Amens"
People approach me in this house of worship
I take pains to be polite and mumble soft replies
All the while my eyes are blinded; I see my difference, not my Lord

I still hear the question asked of me
Without regard of circumstance
Chances are you've heard it, too
Will you answer when I call, will you right here, right now, be Love's messenger for Me?