Tuesday, September 25, 2018

slowing down


may that creak in my knee

not mean a door shutting,

but a window opening

to let me see the people

i never noticed before

as i went rushing by.



© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Monday, September 24, 2018

fears


for all the children

fearful of being homeless,

Lord, hear our prayers.



© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Sunday, September 23, 2018

where r u?


as your followers

walk down the red carpet

in their Armani suits and Dior gowns,

jostling for the best pose, we

hope for a glimpse of you, but

you are in the alley behind the hall,

with the dishwashers and servers

handing out meals to the homeless



© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Saturday, September 22, 2018

ageless


is aging

how far i can walk,

or how wide i can care;

whether my hands tremble

or reach out in welcome;

what i did for 40 years,

or what i will do today for others;

whether i am bent over by pain

or leaning down to bandage a child’s knee?



© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Friday, September 21, 2018

shibboleth


in times such as these,

may grace, hope, civility

be our shibboleths



© 2018 Thom M. Shuman


Thursday, September 20, 2018

buzz


help us, God, to buzz

more fantastically over

compassion than cruel remarks,

older folks than newer rides,

feeding families than our cravings.



© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

false assumption


special, we assume others

need our lavishness, and so ignore

the grace offered by the charmless,

the healing given by the broken,

the welcome embrace by the vulnerable.



© 2018 Thom M. Shuman