heal this reluctant child of yours,
Holy One:
i despise the truth
that pain
is my faithful companion,
but am laoth
to place it in
your scarred hands;
i gnaw on the
bitterness
in my heart,
its tart taste
tingling my tongue,
so i cannot
savor the sweet
Bread of Life;
the millstones
piled on my shoulders
by the world
break my flesh,
but
i fear
the peace
you offer me
will shatter
my arrogant spirit.
heal me,
Holy One,
heal me.
Amen.
(c) 2007 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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