i long . . .
i long
to dance
in the Spirit
just like a child
in the rain
on a summer's day;
i long
to slurp up
the living waters
the way my dog
empties his bowl
after a long walk;
i long
to stand
waist deep
in the baptismal bowl
and feel
your tears of grace
wash over me;
i long
to hear
you call me
'Beloved'
and know,
without any doubt,
that is my name.
i long . . .
(c) 2006 Thom M. Shuman
Sunday, January 08, 2006
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