“My soul longs, indeed it
faints
for the courts of the LORD;” Psalm 84:2a
under the hoops
in the inner-city
where the retired
pro
teaches her
skills,
on the lawns where
the grandmother
volleys
back and forth
with
her grandson,
in the courtyards
of
schools, where
bullies
are taught classes
in kindness, we
faint
in your presence,
our God
© 2020 Thom M.
Shuman
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