Saturday, December 05, 2009

First Saturday of Advent

Please read Psalm 2

weary beyond fatigue,
the strictures and
stresses of these days
knot my spirit tighter
and tighter until
i almost snap;

so come,
massage me with
your healing balm of

my soul more arid
than death valley,
my heart seeded with
the ashes of desiccated
my dreams withering under
the onslaught of hype;

so come,
pour your grace all over
til i swim in joy.

perfection piles higher and higher,
expecting neatly creased wrapping,
finely curled ribbon (six inches!)
calligraphied notes for each
person on my list;

so come,
bestow on me the carols
of children who
may mess up some of the
but know the meaning deep
in their hearts.

Anointed One,

(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman

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