“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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