one
word
to gather up
all our silence,
weaving our hopes, our fears,
our longings, our ponderings
into a carol of wonder;
one
light
to pierce the shadowed
corners
of our lives, revealing
the One who sits quietly
in the rocker,
eager to gather us up
and tell us the end
of the story;
one
grace
to turn us away
from the steamy
ugliness
we glimpse in the
mirror each morning,
so we can see
face-to-face
our twin;
come,
One and Only,
come for us all.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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