February 7th

i sit on park bench

with loneliness silent

beside me, and a little

child comes up and 

offers me half a sandwich.

i try to fall asleep in

an unfamiliar bed with

the distracting voices

and quiet din on

a hospital floor, and you

turn the page as you read

me a story of hope.

i wander through the 

neighborhood, trying to

remember where i live, 

and in my confusion, a

stranger stops to ask 

if there is anything they

can do, and 

"I will sing of your steadfast love, O LORD, forever; 

    with my mouth I will proclaim your faithfulness to all generations." Psalm 89:1

(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman

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