baditudes (Micah 6:1-8; Psalm 15; Matt. 5:1-12)

i could come carrying the
                  ashes
      of my arrogance,
            handing them to
        you,
   waiting expectantly
          (just ignore the tap, tap, tap
              of my foot)
      for you to
recycle them into a plaque
         with my name etched in
                bronze;


i could come
      with crocodile tears
         (running down my cheeks)
   about how the world
                     operates,
            even as i continue
      to gain from the
               predicaments of
            others;


i could come sitting down
         at the table reserved
         in the quiet corner,
      ordering the special of the day:
            filet of bias (medium well),
            mashed meanness,
            a medley of injustices sauteed
                in herb butter,
         followed by apple pie
                     ala marred.


or
i could simply follow the
                        Blesseds,
      carefully placing
   my feet in the
               tracks
         they leave behind
      in the muck and mud,
            as they wander through that
                   kingdom
   they can see
          with their eyes shut
tight.


(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman

slow poke (Matthew 4:12-23)

a dawdler by
     nature,
  a straggler by
        avocation,
     i could manage
           to lose a race
  to a pro
      crastinator;

me-lingering through
           life,
  i barely can
     find the energy
  to get up and do
        nothing
     constructively;

strolling down the
           street,
     stopping at the
  outdoor cafe at
        the corner of
     apathy and inert,
i while away
  my hours, making
     a cup of expresslow
           last all afternoon;

but immediately?

        immediately!

  that's the
     scariest
word
           in the
     Book.

(c) 2011  Thom M. Shuman

look! (John 1:29-42)

the weakling
        who can
     topple
  those immense barriers
              of distrust and
        fear
  we have thrown up;

the softie
        who can gather
              up our tangled
          lives
  to weave a soft
        comforter,
     to wrap us in
               hope's warmth
  against pain's bitter
        winter;

the innocent
        who sings soft
     lullabies,
           counterpoints
  to the raging cries
          of loss
      and doubt;

look!       the
        Lamb,
  who takes us
       just as we are.

(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman

hymn for Baptism of the Lord

still waters

One drop of water from the sea,
flowing your hope into our sight,
placed on our heads and into our hearts,
touching all in whom you delight.
   still, your waters run deep in us;
   still, your love overflows parched lives;
   still, you call us your Heart's true love:
      Holy in One.

One drop of water from the sky,
tears of joy on each upturned face,
running down cheeks to fill empty hearts,
so we thirst never for your grace.
    refrain

One drop of water from your heart
shatters the flimsy bonds of death;
your Spirit singing softly to us,
quenching our fears with your brash breath.
   refrain

tune: OPEN MY EYES 8.8.9.8 with refrain


(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman