A Poem by Thom M. Sherman that Gets to the Heart of the Matter

where you sit

we leave our box seats
at the symphony or ball park,
and pray you won’t catch our eye
as we pass you
sitting with the homeless;

we wait for a few minutes
at the doctor’s office
to get a $10 shot
so we won’t catch the flu,
while half a world away
you sit for a week
hoping medicine
which will cost you a year’s wages
finds its way to your village;

we sit in our home theaters,
watching the latest “reality”
on our plasma screens,
while you sit in the darkness,
rocking your child asleep,
as she cries from the ache
of an empty stomach.

Lord Jesus;
When
(like James and John)
we want to be at your side in glory:
remind us where you sit.

Amen

©2006 Thom M. Sherman
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