Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplications!" Psalm 130:1-2
from the memories of cradling
Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplications!" Psalm 130:1-2
from the memories of cradling
shattered bodies at a concert
others seem to have forgotten
to the keening of a community
standing in the rubble of a
bombed out mosque and school.
in the rocking chair on the
pediatric oncology wing where
a grandmother cradles her toddler
so the parents can have respite
as well as widower who lies next
to the empty spot on the bed
where his lover of decades slept.
at the curbside in the shadowed alley
where a junkie trembles for another hit
and at the rehab where someone
tries to get clean for the seventh time,
out of our depths, we cry to you,
and long to hear you whisper,
'why are you shouting?
i am right here beside you.'
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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