hopeful,
i theologized
with Nick
over pizza
and wine;
spent an afternoon
with a glowing
woman by a well;
dipped my toes
in the pool
at the Sheep Gate;
shared a picnic
with Laz, Mary,
and Martha;
wandered the hills,
alleys, doorways,
graveyards,
until,
in a shut-tight
room this night,
i discovered
that he was
in every person,
in every place, just
as he said.
(c) 2016 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, March 31, 2016
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