merciful to me,
for in you my soul takes
refuge." Psalm 57:1a
mugged by the world,
left lying in a ditch
in a pool of my own
foolish decisions, with
the bruises of my heart
blossoming into a rainbow,
i watch the pious stroll by
barely giving me a glance,
and the arrogant never
looking up from their devices
until
you stop and lift me up
carrying me to your grace
where my soul is bathed
in the healing peace
of your love and i am made
whole.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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