she had heard
of those promises made
under starry, sable skies:
blessings flowing
through the lines
of desert wanderers,
which would bring life
to every one
of God's children;
she had heard
of this wandering band
of foolish followers
led by the teacher
who reminded his kin
of those long-ago
spoken covenants;
but she was tired of
hearing only words . . .
even if it was only
crumbs,
she longed to be fed
from grace's feast;
even if it was only
a glance,
she challenged Jesus
to see her as
his sister;
even if it was only
a whisper,
she dared him
to call her daughter
'my niece'.
watching his assumptions
tumble to the floor,
after she yanked the
table's cloth out
from under them,
Easter's Child
silently reached down,
lifted her to her feet,
and gave her his heart.
(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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