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all you conspiracy theorists,

all you worriers stockpiling supplies,

all you politicos claiming absolute everything,

all those convinced that only losers

wrap themselves in grace, hope, peace –

God is doubled-up in laughter,

wiping tears from their eyes,

ready to set all those folks straight,

to knock them off their narcissism:

‘look for my Beloveds,

my children,

who know my heart,

who share my soul,

they are transforming weapons

into musical instruments,

taking day-old bread

to make sandwiches for hungry kids’

knock down walls

to build shelters for rough sleepers.”

pay attention – you know-it-alls:

let your callous souls

be transfigured by compassion,

your bullying words

be turned into love’s language,

your life-destroying anger

become comfort for the broken.

then,

you will find new life

in my heart

© 2020 Thom M. Shuman