Tuesday, September 20, 2011

mindless (Philippians 2:1-13)

you root around
the clutter of my mind:

   behind the cartons
   overflowing with conceit,
      you find the shredded
      remains of hope
         and wash them with your

   in the shadowed corner,
      you discover some old
      scraps of compassion
         and weave them into my

   you sweep up the
      dust bunnies of my
      selfish ambition,
         so i can see where
         to put my knees
            to worship you.

make my mind yours,
   my Beloved,
make it yours.

(c) 2011  Thom M. Shuman

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