he delivered me, because he delighted in me” Psalm 18:19
we can see it now,
God who does cartwheels
whenever you see us—
that rich meadow where
we can sing and dance,
feast and frolic
to our heart’s content
simply because of who we are.
so help us to recover
from the whiplash to our souls
when we see you walking
straight past our privilege,
to enter the shadowed alleys
of despair because you delight
in the panhandlers we avoid,
when you rejoice in the
asylum seekers because they
gladden your heart with that
gritty tenacity to find hope,
when you are beguiled by all
who turn their back on the world’s
siren call to become influencers
but who birth you in their lives
of service, love, justice, and peace
just like on that night so long ago.
(c) 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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