“When shall I come
and behold
the face of God?” Psalm 42:2b
in the weary face
of the stocker who
patiently
tells a customer,
“i’m sorry,
we’re out and hope
for more
to arrive
tomorrow,” and then
repeats it 500
more times,
in the lined
visage
of the staff
caring for
the most
vulnerable who
do not understand
their isolation,
on the tear-stained
cheeks
of the wife
holding her hand
against the window
with her
husband’s hand
pressing
the other side,
because she
cannot visit the
nursing home,
we see your face,
O God,
if we dare to take
notice
© 2020 Thom M.
Shuman
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