you would come,
caulk gun in hand
to mend all the cracks
in our lives;
you would come,
flashlight in hand
to search all the nooks
and crannies
where the marginalized
have been shoved
out of sight,
out of mind;
you would come,
bouquet in hand
to freshen our hopes
with the sweet aroma
of peace;
you would come,
bolt cutters in hand
to snap open
the padlocks we
have secured to
our gated hearts;
you will come,
Babe of Bethlehem,
to take us by the hand
and lead us home?
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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