lost,
i take
a shortcut just
down this alley,
where anger
and agony come
tagging after me;
wandering,
i explore the wide avenues
of the world,
whose hope
has been potholed
with despair;
wondering,
i glance at the map,
and stumble down
the next street,
only to find sin
standing in every
doorwary,
enticing me with its
fingers sticky
with temptation;
then we turn down
Emmaus Road,
where the aroma
of fresh-baked grace
wafts out each window,
and, tapping me on the shoulder,
you shout, 'go!'
and race me
home.
(c) Thom M. Shuman
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
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