we look toward the horizon
and for many of us, there is
a looming shadow of fear and worry
which seems to be blocking
all kindness, all grace, all love.
so, rather than turn and walk,
if not run in the other direction,
may we put on our jeans
stained with the paint from
fixing houses for rough sleepers,
our flannel shirts covered in buttons
which welcome the alien in our midst,
our work boots handcrafted by justice
and resoled many times with peace,
so we may continue to be beacons
of hope whatever may happen
in the coming days.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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