Saturday, February 09, 2019

hand-wringing

because we put down our nets
and catch only a few minnows;
because we look up 
and see the cracks in the ceiling
and not you high and lifted up;
because you have not made 
an in-person appearance to us,
we wring our hands, thinking
we have not done much
when it comes to faith,
never noticing that all you ask
is for us to trust . . .
you

(c) 2019 Thom M. Shuman

Sunday, February 03, 2019

1 Corinthians 13

we give thanks, O God,
for love that is patient with our foolishness,
and impatient for justice;
for love that does not brag about itself,
but lifts up those whose lives are forgotten;
for love that is not a pebble in our shoe,
but a caress that wipes our tears;
for love that does not mock those who have messed up,
but speaks words of truth when truth is in short supply;
love carries the most vulnerable;
love trusts the littlest kid;
love refuses to hoard hope;
love meets disappointment face to face.
love persists in, and through, every moment,
especially when we can't.
(c) 2019 Thom M. Shuman

Thursday, January 17, 2019

grace

in the crusty bread and hot soup
on a wintry night,
   we taste what grace is like;
in the eyes of a child
seeing the grandparent 
step out of the car,
   we see what grace like;
in the rich soil turned over
for spring plantings,
   we smell what grace is like;
in the whispered, 'i love you,'
as the casket is lowered,
   we hear what grace is life;
in the hand of a stranger 
clasping ours in acts of kindness,
   we feel what grace is like;

grace
upon
grace
upon 
grace

(c) 2019 Thom M. Shuman