when we are so determined
to never let go of all those
grudges we have accumulated,
whisper to us of the grace
you slipped into our souls
when we were not watching.
when we close our fists
around the worries we have
about the future, as if we were
to release them they would
fly back into our faces,
remind us of that future
full of hope you hand to us
as our inheritance.
when we push others out
of the way so we can grab
the last bit of cruelty before
the shelves are emptied,
show us the supply chain
from your heart which, even
now, is dropping compassion
off at our doors, enough to
share with everyone we meet.
(c) 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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