Thursday, May 29, 2008



my improvement project
is done!

walls framed
out of my fickle fears,
drywalled with
my dashed dreams;

windows triple-paned
with my desires,
flooring out of
the finest hardheaded lumber,
roofed over
with the wretchedness
of my will:

so why doesn't it
feel like home?

you could hammer
a refuge for me
in your heart;

your grace could
finely sand
my roughened edges;

your tenderness
could warm
my iced-over soul.

when it comes
to building a life
on faith's foundation,
i am an unskilled laborer,
so please,


do it yourself
(for my sake)

(c) 2008 Thom M. Shuman

1 comment:

Lisa said...

I don't see many comments on your work but I want you to know that I think your musings, poems, and prayers are beautiful.

Annandale, VA