hesitant enough
to whisper your name,
much less tell any one
of your presence in us:
dare we ask for
tongues of boldness?
our hearts
fatigued by
the cancer of poverty,
the fears crouching in
the shadows,
the children wandering
our streets:
dare we ask for
a transplant of
compassion?
souls numbed
by broken lives
and shattered dreams,
grace iceberged
by the chill of our culture:
dare we ask for
just the smallest
spark
to engulf us?
dare we hope
dare we dance
dare we yield
dare we dive
into your red-hot
love
so we can live?
(c) 2014 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, June 04, 2014
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