get up! (John 21:1-19; Psalm 30)

my burdens, struggles,

worries and doubts

lie on the floor

    scattered after

    last night's game

        of hide-and-seek;

i had to get up

in the middle of the night,

    changing the sheets

    on the bed, soaked

        from the nocturnal

            anamnesis

                of my foolish

                    day;

most mornings,

    trust hungover the bow,

    mercy hanging in rags,

    hope slipping off the hook,

        i cast out my life,

        only to pull in

            despair's emptiness.

but there you are

down in the kitchen:

    flour all over the counters,

    dirty pots stacked high

            in the sink,

juice poured,

tea steeped,

    hollering up the stairs,

        'get up, lazy faith!

        breakfast's ready!'

(c) 2010 Thom M. Shuman