Psalm 2
Lord, find me a church
One that welcomes me and
No one like me
One that cherishes who I
Am and who I’m not, who
You are and who you’re not
Our ages, occupations, the
Absence of occupation, our
Injured lives, triumphant lives
Our sorrows and our joys
Yes, our genders, too
And all the tones of skin
The differences and sameness
God made us, after all
And first of all
And is making us, still
A place where can give our
Millions and our mites
Our giving is small, but your sight
And your other senses
Make it pleasing, I think
Help me with a church despite
Myself and what’s happened there
The house of God is where your
People live, and I
Should live there, too
C L Couch
Psalms are songs. Psalms require us. And typically they require God.
So psalms are our songs to God. We read or sing them singly or in the community.
We sing psalms and let them move us how they will. How God might be moved we’ll never know while on this side of things. Yet still we sing. We should.
clcouch123 
November 4, 2015 at 10:29 pm
What a lovely and poetic post. Its everything that a psalm should be and more, I love everything about it. Please continue your writing, it is such a privilege to enjoy.
November 5, 2015 at 3:17 am
Goodness, what a wonderful attribution. I will continue writing, because of your responses.
November 5, 2015 at 3:19 am
Please do, it’s inspiring and seems so effortless when read.
November 5, 2015 at 10:08 pm
I can identify with that Psalm. One of my spiritual directors (mid 70s) reminded me more than once that there would come a point where the earthly church would become transparent to me, and I would see instead God’s working in and through the people who _are_ Church. It worked for him.
November 5, 2015 at 11:38 pm
That’s a terrific vision about the church’s transparency that your spiritual director has. I tend to believe that we see through the glass darkly and, while here, might do good work and be good folk in spite of all we put in the way. But I appreciate an alternative way of looking at that (pardon the pun). And I’m thankful for your reading!