i could step
over the homeless
woman
sleeping on the
sidewalk,
or i could
lift her to her
feet, embracing her as my
sister,
as you have . . .
i could continue
to carry that grudge
in my heart, letting
it rub blisters
all over my soul,
or i could
forgive that person
who gave it to me so
long ago,
as you have . . .
i could keep
a list
of all those who
step out of line, not
heeding all the
rules
carved into stone
weathered
by time,
or i could
invite everyone to join
hands,
dancing in that circle
where all are welcome
just as the are,
as you have . . .
(c) 2013 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
The Lord is (Psalm 23)
The Lord is a first responder
who runs towards the blast
not away from it;
the Lord is a trauma nurse
who is in her car in the parking lot
ready to go home after her shift,
but goes back in when she sees
the ambulances arrive;
the Lord is employees
who turn their restaurant
into a shelter for the injured
and frightened;
the Lord is a mother
who makes sure her home
is secure and then checks
on her neighbors;
the Lord is a father
who comforts his children
while his own fears
assail him . . .
in the darkest of valleys,
the Lord is
always with us.
© 2013 Thom M. Shuman
who runs towards the blast
not away from it;
the Lord is a trauma nurse
who is in her car in the parking lot
ready to go home after her shift,
but goes back in when she sees
the ambulances arrive;
the Lord is employees
who turn their restaurant
into a shelter for the injured
and frightened;
the Lord is a mother
who makes sure her home
is secure and then checks
on her neighbors;
the Lord is a father
who comforts his children
while his own fears
assail him . . .
in the darkest of valleys,
the Lord is
always with us.
© 2013 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
meanwhile (Easter 3-C)
we are still struggling
to come up with ways to
rationally,
carefully,
all-so-theologically
explain
just what happened
a couple of weeks
ago
and
you are
blinding
people with your grace
so they can find
the right road;
you are
jumping into
the Pit,
cupping your hands together
so people can put a foot
in them, getting
a boost up into the
kingdom;
you are
holding hands
with all the kids, singing:
'ring around the throne,
God never leaves us alone;
amen! amen! we all fall down!'
you are
standing at the grill,
sliding the fish and
bread
onto the warm plates, hollering
to the disciples,
'orders up!'
(c) 2013 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, April 04, 2013
doubt-less
conjoined at that
new birth
you spoke of
just before dawn
broke,
my lifelong companion
promised never
to leave me
stranded, especially
as i sought
to follow down
those mystery-filled
paths you
wandered,
until
that evening
you pointed the
Way
with your scars,
and taking her
trembling hand,
we took
that first
hesitant
step into
belief.
(c) 2013 Thom M. Shuman
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