Saturday, October 13, 2018

what must i do (Mark 10:17-31)


it is so good to know
(because i am nowhere rich)
that you are not talking
to me, Jesus, but
don’t you dare bring up
my attachment to
my books,
my politics,
my team,
my interpretation (or mis-)
of you.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Thursday, September 27, 2018

blocks (Mark 9:38-50)

when we spell 
   faith 
f-e-a-r; 
when we cross out 
   love 
with anger's sharpie; 
when we think 
   hope 
is best kept 
locked away 
in case others 
might misuse it, 
we continue to put blocks 
in the path 
of your children. 
 
(c) 2018 Thom M. Shuman 

Friday, September 07, 2018

crumbs (Mark 7:24-37)

with great umbrage
(and righteous words),
we call you out,
   Jesus-in-our-box,
for turning your back
on a crying mother's
hopes for help,
         but

when we put pocket change
in the plate, saving
our folding money
for the buffet down the street;

toss our (slightly) stained
and (only a small one) torn
winter jacket in the collection
for the homeless folks
instead of that brand new one
we just got for ourselves
(two winters ago);

empty our pantries
of the about-to-expire
canned goods for the
food pantry, so we can
go and get newer ones for us,

we continue to believe
our crumbs are a feast
for those we wouldn't welcome
to our tables.

(c) 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

at the borders (Mark 4:35-41)

at the Tombs Apartments 
where Brother Legion lives; 
at the doorway 
leading to where 
a little girl sleeps; 
at the top 
of a garbage dump 
outside Jerusalem; 
at the crossings 
where we would separate families, 
devalue sisters and brothers, 
and terrify innocent children; 
at all the borders 
which threaten to separate us 
from God (and 
from each other), 
Jesus cries out, 
'why are you afraid?' 
 
for 
at all the edges of our fears, 
Jesus comes 
to tear them down 
and build God's community 
of grace, hope, and welcome 
 
(c) 2018 Thom M. Shuman 
 

Thursday, June 14, 2018

seeds (Mark 4:26-34)

we imagine the kingdom
as a bonsai plant,
that neatly trimmed art form
just the right size
for us and a select few;
      or
a redwood forest
where we can wander,
gazing up at the towering
giants of faith, before
getting into our cars
to do more sightseeing;
      or
those gentle pines who
whisper in the breezes
and whose needles provide
a soft bed where we
can curl up with apathy;
      and
so it will be as long
as we leave your
seeds
of hope, grace, life,
peace, joy, wonder
deep within the ground,
dormant.

(c) 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Thursday, May 31, 2018

called (1 Samuel 3)

in the store, parking lot, 
or the walks in the neighborhood, 
i heard you calling clear as a bell, but 
when i turned around, you 
were nowhere to be seen; 
 
i remember the embarrassment 
(too many times) 
of being so busy, that 
it took a stranger tapping me 
on the shoulder and saying, 
'i think you're being paged,' 
to realize that you have been trying 
(doggedly) 
to get me to notice; 
 
in the tears of a child 
over her sick pet, 
you call; 
in the memories 
of a hospice patient, 
you call; 
in the whisper 
of hope into loneliness' 
empty nights, 
you call; 
in the sudden 
burst of forgiveness 
from the depths of hurt, 
you call. 
 
help me 
to pay attention. 
 
(c) 2018 Thom M. Shuman 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

orphanage (John 14:15-21)


when 
we keep forgiveness 
      tucked away in 
      the back of our freezer, 
   yet are eager to 
   microwave anger; 
we cannot find 
      the time to be 
      with our loved ones, 
   because our stress-causers 
   take priority; 
we stand alone 
      convinced that we 
      need no one else 
      to help us, while 
   they are knocking 
   on our heart with 
   hope in their hands, 
we continue 
to fill the world 
      with 
orphans. 
 
(c) 2017 Thom M. Shuman