“You show me the path of life.
In your presence there is fullness of joy;
in your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” Psalm 16:11
the map is not a screen
with squiggly lines,
but that gentle breath
taken between heartbeats
on that journey through
celebration and loss alike.
joy is not so much
a comet racing across the night,
but that lantern we carry
as we walk with friends
on crisp autumn evenings.
each step we take
can be a prayer,
each breath
a carol of grace,
each hand
a reminder that love
walks with us
never letting go.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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