Wednesday, June 23, 2010


    to embrace gracious
            so eagerly,
        that i take on every
                menial task
            on behalf of others;

    to avoid the aisles
     stocked with temptation's
            empty calories,
        but shop in the produce
                section of the kingdom,
            filling my cart
            with all sorts of luscious
        giving them away
        as i walk down the

    to follow you
    down paths overgrown
        with aching loneliness,
            potholed with grief,
                worn smooth where
                those who turned back

you have asked
a hard thing, 
    yet i see your footprints
        stretching out before me,
     and take the first (of what
        will surely be many

(c) 2010 Thom M. Shuman

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

miraculous (1st Kings 17:8-24)

when i am down
to my last few drops
of the oil of obedience,
and distractions hammer
at my door
inviting me to come out
and play:
fill me
with that trust
which has no end;

when the flour of faith
is but a dusting
at the bottom of my heart
and sin's silliness
points me 
in the wrong direction:
feed me
with that love
which never wears out;

when i put my feet 
under the table
for just a few hands
of hold-em poker with death,
and she moves 'all in,'
pull the chair out
from under me,
and yank me to my

when i believe
there are no miracles left
(at least, for me):
tickle me 
with your grace
till i ache
with life.

(c) Thom M. Shuman