Poem/Prayer for Worship
by Thom Shuman

Now

there was a time
when i knew
without a doubt
that you were
a white-haired old gent
holding a ruler,
ready to smack my hands
whenever i was bad;

there were years
when i longed for you to come storming down
to shake up society
and make it more like heaven:
where everyone is loved,
no one is shoved aside,
little children are as valued
as the wisest and richest,
where we go swimming
in that cascading river
called Justice;

now?

i see you for who
you have always been:
Wisdom warning me
to look both ways
as i cross sin's streets;
Compassion whose lap
always has room for me;
Love
who always accepts me;
Grace who walks beside me
every day.

abide in me,
Mothering God,
abide in me. 

(c) 2006 Thom M. Shuman

(Comments to Thom at tmshuman@fuse.net.)

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