Wednesday, July 22, 2009


we sit down
with our sharpened pencils,
to chart out the
longitude and latitude
of your grace
to keep running
out of paper;

we tie a string
around each sin,
dropping them into
your sea of forgiveness,
to discover we can
never plumb its depths;

we scrabble and scrape,
push and pummel ourselves
from Land's End to John o' Groats
on our self-planned journey,
to find
we are at the
starting point
of your Way;

how foolish we are
to try to limit you
by our imagination

(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman

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