hesitant enough
to whisper your name,
much less tell others
of your presence in our lives:
dare we ask for
tongues of boldness?
our hearts
fatigued by
the malignancy of poverty,
the terror of our times,
the children wounded in our streets:
dare we ask
for a transplant
of compassion?
souls numbed
by broken lives
and shattered dreams,
grace iceberged
by the chill of our culture:
dare we ask
for just the smallest spark
to engulf us?
dare we hope?
come, Holy Spirit, come!
(c) Thom M. Shuman
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
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