by Michael Shoemaker

Luke 24:32 KJV

When I was sick
and opened my eyes
and you were there
consistently caring for me.
When I was down
and you came 
and shared 
the Word of God
gentle as the 
morning dew on
the purple foxglove.
When I was out 
of money
and you gave me
a meal freely.
When I was weak,
ashamed, worried
and sick of a host of sins
and you encouraged me
courageously.
When it was so dark
that I could not see
and you lovingly
and carefully led me
by your hand
to His Everlasting Light.
Did not our heart 
burn within us?
It still does. 

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Michael Shoemaker is a poet, writer, and photographer. His writing has appeared in Ancient Paths Literary Journal, The Clayjar Review, Front Porch Review, Littoral Magazine and elsewhere. He lives in Magna, Utah with his wife and son where he enjoys looking out on the Great Salt Lake every day. Michael enjoys hiking, pickleball, and tennis. He is looking forward to poems being published in the Pure Slush: Achievement Anthology in July and Poetry Pacific Anthology in 2024.