drenched
in your grace,
dried off
with your tears,
we slip our
feet into the
sandals finely crafted
by Spirit, and
begin our stumbling,
hesitant
walk with you,
not sure
where
or why
or how,
for it's even
a mystery to you.
(c) 2017 Thom M. Shuman
Saturday, January 07, 2017
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