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psalm 4-something

psalm 4-something

too tired for capital letters

proper phrasing and

reliable numerals

I extend my hope

my hand is open

will I have it when I draw it back

will it be empty with some taken off

will it be an open plain upon which is

something of a gift

something to keep me going

source of sustenance

symbol of believing

even the lines on my palm

might tell me as they intersect

that patterns are really chaos

without some understanding

nothing gnostic or occult

no wise artificial secrets

only openness, like a hand,

when the act is fragile

ready to receive whatever

you place on me to do

July 24, 2016 5

Psalm 46

Psalm 46

A new world comes

And some would say

It’s here

By your hand, we might

Live in better days

The images we make

For politics or

Entertainment

Are wrung through

With shiny fakery

I think our new day

Will arrive,

Lord,

When we learn to say

I love you to the ground

And to the air

And to the wind we

Cannot see but truly

Feel and have:

When we learn the

Value of unseen things,

We can say I love you

To each other

Then your new day is

Manifest

June 26, 2016 5

Psalm 45, singing this song for you

Psalm 45

singing this song for you

I don’t mean to sing about the

Other, compelling as that value is

I don’t mean a covered-over me,

Secret subject I would rather

Talk about

I mean you, first—my friend,

Lover, maker, and my better

Half (so to say) except that you

Are all

Now, secondly, to you, who you

Are extended from the words

Were it not for you, there would

Be none of this

For all you are and what you are

Not

The rest is not silence (should

Shakespeare wonder), not if

There’s Interacting

We are at this moment closer to

The one who, all-relating, started

The first process, requiring more

Than one

Psalm 44, a sleep-song

Psalm 44

a sleep-song

I nap and still am tired

Good, maybe I’ll sleep

Through the night

Napping was necessary

I was too sore and too

Worn-through

I could have stayed awake,

I guess,

Except I couldn’t

Will you still love me when

I’m gone away?

I mean, eventually I’ll

Be closer to you than

I was ever before,

Than I am now:

I like you and respect you

I seek to be near you

Is this ever enough to

Bring a dream of you

Or, dreamless, a

Long time of sleep

Because I’m loved

Throughout this night

That you have made?

I can hope so

Not because I’m smart

But because I’m yours

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