"But I say to you: ‘Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you,’” Matthew 5:44
in those places
where echoes dwell,
you ask us to whisper grace.
in the weary eyes
of the folks who wound us,
you hope we will see
a sibling who has forgotten
that, they too, are beloved.
you ask us, brother Jesus,
to carry the names of all
who make our souls ache,
as if they are delicate flowers
into the silence of prayer,
to let compassion be a balm
on the burn scars from bitterness,
and maybe, just maybe,
as our hearts crack open,
your way of being different
loving differently
accepting in a different way,
making a difference
begins to change us all.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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