Thursday, March 10, 2011

jacks (Titus 1:1-16)

   since it is all
  (and always) about
         is easy,
  tossing that bouncing
     up, reaching out
  and scooping up one
        at a time;

but as life
     goes on,
         to tensies (and beyond)
    one eye searching
             my yearnings
       scattered around me
  the other on my elusive
     soul, thrown higher and higher
                   each time,
the tension rises,
     the heart beats faster,
  the struggle to grab as much
        as i can,
    clutching them so tight,
 the little spikes dig hard
into my palm;
so intent on the game,
  so focused on the prize,
        so determined to win,

i cannot grasp your
  your life,
      your love

those gracesies
   i most

(c) 2011  Thom M. Shuman

Wednesday, March 09, 2011


some folks
prefer the dry rub
  the dusty ashes
  slowly drifting down
     to freckle the nose,
           gray the beard
              (a little more!)
        cause the tiniest,
           and politest,
    of sneezes from the
       little girl holding tight
               to dad's hand
   saucered eyes on the
        thumb of the pastor;

        i like a little sauce
   with mine (usually some
           evoo binding the gritty
           parts that refused to dissolve
      into the hoped-for condition),
  making it easier to smear
        on the foreheads of the
             knotted teenagers
    (can you imagine the texts
                after the service?)
      or on the back of hands
         of those who are not
         that sure of 'showing off
            their faith';

a little smudged
  suits most folks,
          and even if it takes
     a little extra elbow grease
   to rub off the evidence,
        that's usually okay . . .

. . . but i probably
  better forget the idea
of adding just a drop
             or three
    of permanent ink
  next time around!

(c) 2011  Thom M. Shuman