remember, in the morning,
bleary-eyed, mumbling, wishing
the kettle would boil sooner
that the robe of mercy is a gift,
those almost frayed socks are kindness,
that you are not perfect, which is okay.
because God doesn’t need the perfect
but the ones willing to be foolish,
who wear compassion when cruelty is chic,
who put on humility’s scuffed shoes,
not the polished boots of pride,
who pull on denims and work shirts
handed down from a carpenter.
and then, maybe today,
you will be merciful to someone
who doesn’t deserve it,
you will share grace with that
arrogant so-and-so who hasn’t earned it.
so, finish the cup,
slip into kindness,
stick some extra grace
into your backpack,
step humbly into the world
to live with all the other
children of God.
(c) 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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