when you might prefer
to do nothing,
you are reminded
of
what you should do,
so
prodded,
you take our
tears
pooled on the
floors of
our
hearts
and, with a word,
they
flow together
into the sweet wine
of
joy;
nudged,
you gather up
our
shattered
words of despair,
and rearrange
them
into songs
of
hope;
pushed,
you step into our
comfort zones,
pulling us up
out of our
lazy
concerns,
dancing with
us
until the dawn breaks.
© 2013 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, January 17, 2013
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