Did Not Our Hearts Burn Within Us?

by Michael Shoemaker

DID NOT OUR HEARTS BURN WITHIN US?

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.

MICHAEL SHOEMAKER

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 with his wife and son in Magna, Utah, where he enjoys looking out on the Great Salt Lake every day. Michael enjoys hiking, pickleball, and tennis. 

He looks forward to poems being published in the Pure Slush: Achievement Anthology in July and Poetry Pacific Anthology in 2024.  

His online photography portfolio is at https://michaelshoemaker.crevado.com.