Monday, July 24, 2017

day 205

How can I give you up,
         Ephraim?
   How can I hand you over,
         O Israel?
How can I make you like
         Admah?
How can I treat you like
         Zeboiim?
My heart recoils within me;
   my compassion grows
         warm and tender.  Hosea 11:8

you could have
left your heart
      in the back
   of regret's freezer,
but
   you slipped it
   into the pan of
            grace warming
on the stove, then
pouring
it into a glass
and giving it to us
      so
we could sleep
until morning without
   nightmares.

(c) 2017 Thom M. Shuman

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