Friday, March 29, 2019


“My times are in your hand” Psalm 31:15a

from the moment we
put our feet on the
hope-worn rug to
the lonely lunch in
the corner of the
noisy café, to the
device on the wall
trying to elicit laughter
from my empty soul or
tears from my dried-up
eyes, we are cradled
in your hands, even
when we think we are
falling into fear’s pit.

© 2019 Thom M. Shuman

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