i am not sure
what adoration sounds like,
unless it is the geese singing
on a crisp fall morning
as they glide over my head;
i feel absolutely
no need to confess -
until i see
the disappointment
on my child's face
because i thought
another meeting
was more important
than her concert;
thanksgiving
is not only the grace
a child offers at a meal,
it is the relief
in the voice of his grandfather
sharing the results
of his recent medical tests;
i find it difficult to beg,
but when i see people
digging out
from the rubble of an earthquake,
or struggle to feed abandoned kids,
i find myself on my knees
in supplication for them.
O Lord, hear my prayers.
Amen.
(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman
Sunday, November 13, 2005
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Thom, Your words are powereful. They feed my soul. Thank you for sharing them with us.
Karen SternerHowe
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