if
it was up
to us
we would
metamorphose
you
into a
cockroach, so
you could be
the star
in the traveling
flea circus;
download
you
onto that
flashdrive
that fits so
comfortably
in the bottom
of the drawer and
never sees
the light of
day;
transpose
you
into a minor
key
praise song, so
we can complain,
'why would anyone
want to sing
that
tune;'
but
into the
Beloved,
the one to
Whom
we need to
listen?
not on our
mountaintop!
(c) 2014 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
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