Thursday, August 08, 2019


“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
    and in his word I hope;” Psalm 130:5

with shattered souls
and hearts hollowed by hate,
with knees stained from kneeling
at makeshift memorials and
hands aching from holding tight
to others at candle-lighted vigils,
with lips longing to sing
and minds empty of the words,
we wait, we wait, we wait
for you and the hope
you shape from your own

© 2019 Thom M. Shuman

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