the days are surely
coming
when justice will sprout
from every tree
withered by misery;
when every broken-windowed
building
and every dream-littered
vacant lot
will be made over
into havens for
refugees;
when our morning
prayers
will provide legs
for those who have no
standing in the
world and our
evensongs
cradle lonely children
in hope's lap;
but until those days,
let us
not waste time
waiting.
(c) 2015 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
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