the day will come
when
the monsters under
our bed turn out to be
the dust bunnies of our fears,
the terrors in the closet
are the clothes we forgot
to hang up before bed,
the tapping on the window
in the middle of the night
is simply your grace falling
like gentle rain.
but until that day, we
will simply crawl under
the covers, with our
flashlights in hand,
reading of your love.
(c) 2023 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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