when we would continue
to gorge ourselves
on the anger wild-firing
through our days,
when we would drink deeply
from the cups of bitter memes,
heartless taunts, and
self-righteous reels,
when we just cannot let go
of those grudges we feel
are the only things
we have of value these days,
gather all these yolks and
toss them in your firepit of grace,
stick your thumb in the ashes
and seal yourself on
our hearts, our souls,
our lives so we remember
that we are the remnant called
to faithfulness for these times.
(c) 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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