jacks (Titus 1:1-16)

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

but as life
     goes on,
  twosies
         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
               word,
  your life,
      your love
those gracesies
   i most
need.

(c) 2011  Thom M. Shuman