Friday, May 25, 2018

finally, friday

Think for a moment how
Grace might just be the missing
Ingredient to turn around a
Friend’s journey into loneliness.
© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Thursday, May 24, 2018

thump day

we lie cracked after
hitting the well-known wall, yet
like thumpty dumpty,
you pick us up, and by grace,
put us together again.
© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

cling wrap

like a plastic bag
in full sail across a lot,
the Holy Spirit
smacks up against us, hoping
we will not push her away.
© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Pentecost Tuesday

come, Holy Spirit, come
on days made soggy with tears;
come, Holy Spirit, come
to teach new dance steps to all
who are blessed with two left feet.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Monday, May 21, 2018

post Pentecostal blues

on the day after Pentecost,
we spend the morning
picking out confetti lodged
   in the sanctuary carpet,
explaining to the fire marshal
   why the alarms kept going off,
folding the banners away for another year,
and tightening the windows
against the breeze that
keeps rattling our souls.
© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Sunday, May 20, 2018


in the eyes
   that never look away;
in the hands
   that catch me every time;
in the heart
   that will always love me,
I am,
more than I will ever

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

Saturday, May 19, 2018


garbed in a bright yellow vest
with a trash bag in hand,
you walk the roads of the world
picking up the sins we throw
out the windows of our lives,
to recycle them into grace.
© 2018 Thom M. Shuman