in all generations.” Psalm 90:1
long before wiggly kids sit on floors
and ‘holy, holy’ rises to the sky,
long before preachers stammer
to unravel your tangled Mystery
and bystanders listen with glazed ears—
you are here.
home to stardust and soft breaths
abode for all who don’t know we are lost,
open door for every moment of grief and joy,
you sheltered our ancestors in grace,
held our grief through empty nights,
listened to every unformed prayer.
tonight we rest on those clues
which are scattered around us—
love which will not step aside
when hate strolls into life,
love which walks with all
who wander grief’s shadows,
love which breathes through us
to bring justice to the forgotten.
and as evening draws near,
we come home again—
not to roofs or walls or floors,
but to you.
(c) 2026 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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