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shiloh (1 Samuel 1:4-20; 2:1-10)
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you wait
at shiloh,
where we can bring
our brokenness
and,
with the pebbles
formed from our tears,
the rocks chiseled
from our hardened
hearts,
the stones others
have cast at us,
we build a
cairn
to mark this place
as holy ground;
at shiloh,
where our cries
are
plainted
with the mother
who cannot afford
medicine for her
child,
with the teenager
whose heart bleeds
first love,
with the family
whose future has been
foreclosed,
we whisper
our aching loneliness
to the listening
One;
at shiloh,
where our worst
is enveloped by your
best,
where our emptiness
is filled
at your table of
grace,
where our despair
is transformed by your
hope;
at shiloh,
you wait . . .
© 2012 Thom M. Shuman
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