“Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help and my God.” Psalm 43:5
my soul grumbles and
begs me to pull the blinds
closed, as the sun tries
to slip between the slats
and dance across the bed.
my heart whispers
to pull the covers back
over my head and to slip
back into sleep, but you
come tiptoeing into the room
to gently shake my shoulder
and pull me to my feet,
and taking me by the hand
to go down to the kitchen
to feast on hope’s breakfast
© 2022 Thom M. Shuman
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