come, God-of-our-past:
who has taken the water
pooled in our protective moats
to baptize us with peace;
who has turned the stone
ruins of our feeble fortifications
into bread for our enemies;
come, God-of-our-present:
who would use
the concrete walls we
are putting up between us
and everyone who
prays, looks, thinks, sounds
differently,
to build all of us communities
of compassion and trust;
come, God-of-our-future:
gently easing our foot
off the gas as
we hurtle towards the future,
so we might see
the exit signs
in time to turn off
for the back roads
to the kingdom.
so come,
Desire of the nations,
come
to fill us with the
splendor
of your hope.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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