early in the morning,
at the corners
where we stand
with our hands stuffed
in pockets full of pride,
you come looking for us.
mid-monring,
at the coffee shops
where we sit grumbling
about how different
our jobs, our relationships, our dreams
would be 'if only . . .'
you come to engage us
in the only Person
we will ever need;
in the late afternoon,
when our eyelids droop
from acedia
and our energy follows us
about being overwhelmed,
you come to give us
a jolt of unfettered grace;
in the evening,
just as we are about to nod off,
you re-run the day for us,
so we can know
(and whisper),
'it was you -
in every moment,
in every place,
in every person -
who got us through
this day.'
(c) 2008 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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