August 30th

“My soul clings to you;
    your right hand upholds me.” Psalm 63:8

i end up with blisters
on my fingertips trying to rub
away all the mistakes of my life
and calluses on my hands
from climbing up as many rungs
of success’s ladder as i can,
when all i need to do
is simply hold on to the
sleeves of grace’s jacket
to find my way in the world.
wandering and wondering
exhausts me most days, yet
when i notice that I am cradled
in the hollow of your palm,
i realize that it is not my strength
that holds me together, but yours.
so, when the struggles of each day
seem to try to blow me further from you,
may i find your hand guiding me,
lifting me, steadying me,
carrying me home.

© 2025 Thom M. Shuman

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