you could have sequestered yourself
writing a 20-volume Summa for us,
but you were out gathering children
on your lap, to tell them jokes
as you listened gently to their fears.
you might have wandered through
the crowds that followed, autographing
robes, sandals, carpenter's tools, tax books,
but you knelt to draw forgiveness
in the sand pocked by a woman's tears.
you could have questioned us write
you could have questioned us write
and left to see if we could pass the test,
but you challenged us to become
a community with the forgotten,
to embrace the hope offered to us
by those we try to rush by,
to be those tiny seeds of humility
scattered over the rich soil of the arrogant,
to see justice as our daily sacrifice for others,
to practice forgiveness as our language of love,
to see God grinning like a fool
at all the mistakes we make, while
at all the mistakes we make, while
encouraging us to try, try again.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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