you come,
removing that rusted
hanging-on-one-hinge
gate
which keeps any one
from stealing our heart,
and replace it with
you,
who opens
our way to God;
you come,
not for a fancy salary,
a gold watch or
a stock-portfolioed pension
but out of love,
your gentle goodness
stretched out on
roughened wood
so we might be
marked
as your beloved;
you come,
not for a precious few
but for all the
impoverished;
not just for those who know better
but for all the
forgotten;
not just for the insiders,
but for all the outcast,
the oppressed,
the searchers;
not just for those who never stray,
but for all who
have taken different
paths.
so come,
Tender Shepherd,
come.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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