King of kings
Lord of lords
Glory Hallelujah!
really?
are these word just
a neat, peppy praise song,
fun to sing
but empty of meaning?
no kings around here
that i know of,
but a lot of politicians
who act as if folks
are agin' 'em
if you are not with them;
no lords around here
except those who
think they can
lord it over everyone else,
but debt and worry and fear
control my life;
glory seems to be
in short supply these
days,
and hallelujahs
don't seem to mean much
to most folks;
but you
you are a mystery solved
in the impossibilities
of life;
an enigma wrapped
in wonder;
a majesty born
in humility;
a life blossoming
out of death.
and you
you i could follow
forever.
(c) 2013 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Thursday, November 07, 2013
shake, rattle, and roll (Haggai 1:15b-2:9)
shake the heavens, the earth,
the sea, the dry lands -
shake them until
your peace covers
creation like a carpet
of autumn leaves,
and your hope burns
bright
in the night skies of our
lives;
rattle the cages
of those churches
who are locked into
always doing
the same thing over
and over and over
(and never getting it right),
always being trapped
in that mythical
past, never able
to take a step
forward;
push the denominations
off their self-imposed
pedestals,
so they can roll
down the hill,
splashing into that pool
of wonder,
to emerge dripping
wet
with your
joy.
but me?
just nudge me gently
so i can turn over
and go back to sleep,
content
under the warm quilt
of
complacency.
(c) 2013 Thom M. Shuman
the sea, the dry lands -
shake them until
your peace covers
creation like a carpet
of autumn leaves,
and your hope burns
bright
in the night skies of our
lives;
rattle the cages
of those churches
who are locked into
always doing
the same thing over
and over and over
(and never getting it right),
always being trapped
in that mythical
past, never able
to take a step
forward;
push the denominations
off their self-imposed
pedestals,
so they can roll
down the hill,
splashing into that pool
of wonder,
to emerge dripping
wet
with your
joy.
but me?
just nudge me gently
so i can turn over
and go back to sleep,
content
under the warm quilt
of
complacency.
(c) 2013 Thom M. Shuman
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