all day long foes oppress me;" Psalm 56:1
when we come
to the end of this day,
may we look back and see
that when
folks stepped on our fingers
so they could get just
a bit higher on the ladder
to heaven,
you kissed our hands and
swaddled them in your tears;
that when
folks knocked us into
the ditches by the side
of the road as they rushed
to get to the finish line first,
you picked us up,
dusted us off, and bought
us brand new clothes
woven from hope and love;
that when
we felt the heavy boots
of fear, hate, and prejudice
crushing our spirits,
you gathered them up
with the dust of creation
and reshaped us
with your grace.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo @Thom-Shuman
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