what
are you holding
in your hands
(behind your back)
as you come towards us;
have
you come to plunge
the listlessness
of our lives into
the pools of your peace,
or will
you
silence the dubious choirs
which echo 24/7
in our souls,
to be able to
expunge those little
hellions
who bounce up & down
on the bedsprings
of our souls?
do
for us
what you will,
Holy One of Conundrums,
for
with
hope slipping out
of that tiny tear
in our heart's pocket,
and questions piling up
on the dining room table,
we wonder,
if it was left to
us
would we
embrace your healing touch
or renounce you
as the enemy
Jesus of Nazareth?
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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