when we could
be an angry tweet,
may we be a bird
singing of joy.
when we could
offer bitter snark,
let us share living
waters of compassion.
when we could
dash off an email
filled with disdain,
may we handwrite
a welcome note to
the immigrant family
moving into the neighborhood.
when we could scramble
the letters in the gospel
to offer only rejection,
hate, and ridicule,
continue to write that
Word of grace and hope
on our fractured hearts,
with that hand which
trembles with grief.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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