that I might come even to his dwelling!'" Job 23:2
we put on our masks and
play dress up with garments
woven from our fears and worries,
going from house to house
hoping to find the one where
grace and hope will be offered,
not platitudes filled with sugary promises.
we linger outside on summer evenings
when everyone else is heading in
for an evening of being seduced
by the mindless pap on all devices,
continuing to gently call out,
'ollie, ollie, oxen free' in hopes
you will rustle the bushes or
giggle from behind your hiding place
so we can join you, enveloped by
your loving arms, as you sing
gentle lullabies until we fall asleep
and you carry us to our beds,
where we will sleep all night in peace,
while you sit in the corner, the light
turned down low, keeping watch
as you always do, even when
we think you are looking the other way.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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