Saturday, February 24, 2018

fast 9

driving down
         life
   washboarded by
      hurts, i
could turn down
Forgiveness Lane,
      but don’t.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Friday, February 23, 2018

fast 8

i could reach
         out
   to pick up
   the fallen, but
i think i will
just
   keep sitting
   on my
hands.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Thursday, February 22, 2018

fast 7

it seems
so much easier
to curb my
      patience
   than rein
   in
my
      irritability.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

fast 6

when i could
      binge
   on your
   joy, i
usually stay on
      the wagon
   driven by gloomy Gus.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

fast 5

i could
   play in your
      fields
flowing with faithfulness,
   but it would
   mean getting
off the
      fence.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Monday, February 19, 2018

fast 4

given the chance
to welcome
      strangers, why
do we remain
in our seats
   sitting on
   our hands?

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman  

Sunday, February 18, 2018

feast 1

in the warmth
of your love, the
   glacier of our
   apathy begins to melt,
until
drip by drip, hope
   becomes a river
   carrying outsiders
to life.

(c) 2018 Thom M. Shuman