and my life draws near to Sheol.” Psalm 88:3
like ants that come tumbling
out of the ground when food is near,
my troubles seem to multiply
more quickly than any device can count.
yes, they may seem more like
speed bumps in a road than mountains,
but they are more seductive
than all the fantasies i can conjure
as they slowly drag, pull, nudge me
closer to that place where i fear
i will be forgotten forever.
but you’ve known such moments—
the silence of others’ hearts,
the nights empty of hope,
days stretching into monotony.
so, draw me, embrace me, caress me
with that presence which reminds me
that you will never let me
slip out of your grace.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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