Thursday, November 05, 2009

canticle 127

unless you keep giving us
the kingdom's vocabulary test,
until we know your hopes
backwards and forwards,
we hem-and-haw
on the part of the have-nots,
our words wobbling weakly
past the world's ears;

unless you take your fingers
and rub the avarice
out of our eyes,
we drift further and further
away from our sisters and brothers,
leaving them buffeted and bruised
on poverty's floor;

unless you fashion our hearts
into a sanctuary
for your compassion,
we can only hand out
the moldy bread
of futility,
we can only offer a drink
from the cup filled
with empty promises.

unless you . . .

(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman

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