Ordinary 10
June 10, 2007

Poem/Prayer for Worship
by Thom Shuman

Tickle Me, God!

when i am down to my last few drops
of the oil of obedience,
and distractions hammer
at my door
inviting me to come out
and play:
           fill me
           with that trust
           which has no end;

when the flour of faith
is but a dusting
at the bottom of my heart
and sin's silliness
points me
in the wrong direction:
           feed me
           with that love
           which never wears out;

when i put my feet
under the table
for just a few hands
of hold-em poker with death,
and she moves 'all in':
           pull the chair out
           from under me
           and yank me to my senses;

when i beleive
there are no miracles left
(at least, for me):
           tickle me
           with your grace
           till i ache
           with life.


(c) 2007  Thom M. Shuman


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