the back bowed from work,
the frayed rope around the neck,
hardly the white stallion meant
to carry generals or royalty—
yet, that is what Jesus needed,
not perfection,
but the ordinary, caked with dust.
what if that’s all the permission
we need to let go
of those fears knotted
to us by frayed dreams,
caked with dust?
after all,
maybe what is being asked
of us in such moments
or in every moment
is not perfect lives,
but that we let go
of our grip on ordinary lives
caked with the dust
of all our foolish choices
because we are needed
to carry others into
the Beloved Community.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
after all,
maybe what is being asked
of us in such moments
or in every moment
is not perfect lives,
but that we let go
of our grip on ordinary lives
caked with the dust
of all our foolish choices
because we are needed
to carry others into
the Beloved Community.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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