“Let them praise his name 
   with dancing, 
making melody to him 
   with tambourine and 
   lyre.” Psalm 149:3 
for clouds scudding across 
blue skies like tumbleweeds, 
for puppies that seem 
to find everything possible 
to knock over in their joy 
of kids coming home, 
for goslings parading 
behind their folks in 
almost-perfect formation, 
for grandpas who can 
whistle a tune that rivals 
the finest symphony player, 
for pools with shallow ends 
for the most nervous 
little one (and their parents) 
and a deep end for 
the ones trying to impress 
those with blasé attitudes, 
we praise you, 
God of joy which tastes 
as sweet as dandelion wine. 
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman 
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
Saturday, June 28, 2025
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