February 7th

“O God, you are my God, I seek you,
   my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
   as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” Psalm 63:1

like a dog
with a tail wagging
fast enough to light a house,
waiting for a snowball
to be tossed, convinced
that this time it will not
explode into nothingness
when it is caught in its mouth.
like a cat who slowly
stalks the string being trailed
behind it’s servants back
as they play the game
they have done so many times.
like a kid
with money clutched
in its hands, shimmering
as the line moves
as a snail’s pace to the cashier,
so she can pay for the final book
in the series she has been reading
for years, and can’t wait
to see how the loose ends are tied,
that is how much
you long for us, dear God,
to want to find you.

© 2026 Thom M. Shuman

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