hard

    to embrace gracious

        freedom

            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

                         goodies,

        giving them away

        as i walk down the

                street;

    to follow you

    down paths overgrown

        with aching loneliness,

            potholed with grief,

                worn smooth where

                those who turned back

                    walked;

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

                 faltering)

steps.

(c) 2010 Thom M. Shuman