Wednesday, February 26, 2020


“Ah, you that turn justice to wormwood,
    and bring righteousness to the ground!” Amos 5:7

when we would turn
into a simple house plant
that we forget to water;
when we would treat
as if it is something
to be vaccinated against
before it spreads too fast;
when we would trip
as it is runs toward
the vulnerable, rather than away;
when we would imagine
ourselves a few sweets
for a few weeks compares
to those faltering footsteps
on the road to Jerusalem,
your tears turn to ashes,
Broken God,
so that you can mark us,
claim us, call us,
hope for us to discover
the meaning of this
holy, uncompromising season
which will shatter our souls
so they can be put back together
by your grace

© 2020 Thom M. Shuman

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