when your soul is
parched,
drier than any lecture,
come
to that fountain
which never runs
out of water;
when all you have
left is
a pocketful of
hunger,
come
fill your cart
with bread and wine,
with joy and wonder,
all marked down to
$0.00;
when the props are
k
n
o
c
k
e
d
out from under you,
give a holler,
i'm right in the
next room
and i'll come
running,
staying up all night
keeping an eye
on you;
but
come!
(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
in our midst (matt. 13:31-33, 44-52
the kingdom of heaven
is like an old dog
curled up in a
sunbeam
snoring his praise
in solitude;
the kingdom of heaven
is like a seashell
burrowed under the beach
which a little girl
found
and gave to her best
friend
in the bleak midwinter;
the kingdom of heaven
is like a
sprinkle of
fireflies
skimming across the
lawn, just
out of the
reach
of dancing
kittens;
the kingdom
is . . .
(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman
is like an old dog
curled up in a
sunbeam
snoring his praise
in solitude;
the kingdom of heaven
is like a seashell
burrowed under the beach
which a little girl
found
and gave to her best
friend
in the bleak midwinter;
the kingdom of heaven
is like a
sprinkle of
fireflies
skimming across the
lawn, just
out of the
reach
of dancing
kittens;
the kingdom
is . . .
(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman
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