September 29th

“But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled;
    my steps had nearly slipped.” Psalm 73:2

i felt pretty spry, light on my feet,
as i strolled through life,
those hymns of trust
humming in my heart.
but then,
i started to wobble just a bit
as the pins and needles of jealousy
showed up in my legs,
so sly, so smooth until
i realized how easy it was
for me to lose my balance,
teetering on those cracks
in my faith, suddenly finding
my arms windmilling, reaching
for grace, afraid i might topple
into the bitterness of doubt.
but you are here, at my side,
sometimes like a cane
sometimes like a handrail,
sometimes like a walker,
always steady as mercy,
quiet as breath,
ready to catch me
every time.

© 2025 Thom M. Shuman

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