dash a cup of cold water
in my soul, Dearest God:
that i would share
with the hungry of my community
even as i feed my family;
that i would speak
for the voiceless mothers
as freely as i talk
to mine on the phone;
that i would work
for the healing
of the wounded of the world,
as often as i
treat my own pain;
that i would embrace
the lonely
in my neighborhood,
even as my friends
nurture my spirit;
that i would water
the perennials
of love, hope, and grace
you have planted
in my heart,
with my tears.
dash a cup of cold water
in my soul, Dearest God.
Amen.
(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman
Sunday, June 26, 2005
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