sitting in my dry office,
the sun shining outside,
white clouds drifing on the blue sky,
i can be lulled:
into complacency,
into not caring,
into forgetting.

So,
drum on my window
and remind me of those
who await the blow of Rita;
cast a shadow across
my screen,
so i will pause
and remember those
who serve in harm's way;
pound on my door
and move me to action,
that i might serve
you and your people;

help me to stop drifting
as a disciple
and to get moving
as a servant.

Amen.

(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman