heart," Psalm 119:11a
after tracking down
the missing lamb the
cat had carried off and
hidden under the sofa,
we gently place the manger
figures on the soft cotton,
where they will stay, not
uttering a sound until next
year,
while you
cradle in your hands
that infant Word
the world considers to be
so out of touch with
our lives,
trying every day to slip
it into our weary hearts,
where it will whisper of
your grace
your love
your justice
your hope
in all the weary moments
to come.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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