no cavalry
(or if there is)
goes
something like to
paraphrase
the KJV
I lift up my eyes to the hills
from
whence comes my help
my help comes from
the Lord
now
it might be
a question mark
is called
for
after help
because
the hills are not the source
but the Lord who saves
and
keeps
not that
hills
are unhelpful
both to distract and thus allow
reminding of direction
so
to pray
even wish
of
desperation
if
better
that is more faithful
perhaps prophetic
in the way
that
youth may envision
while
the old
dream dreams
any setting
then
(or
whence)
for who shall aid us
but
God who has the power and love
to make it
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Psalm 121
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
(KJV)
photo by José Casal on Unsplash
two poems about help
once cadging up
God
you got me moving
if only a little
that you’d have me take more steps
and reach within my limits
if
all right
on the inside first
too many things are plain
yet I can’t see with any sense
worldly
or
soulful clarity
too easy to feel down
and
while there
from looking up at shapes there
perilously blurred
while what is
to see
is round confusion and so
where
is the way
I cannot get for
steps
or if there were a ladder hiding from
me
existentially concealed
and who’s to say
for ears
to hear
look
there is the way
still in prayer
tired
too tired to look up
too doubt-pressed
if
something about the hills and rescue
though I think that is reaction
wishful
thinking for a rescue
that in a better
mind we know that if comes
it shall come
from
wherever
any direction
of
one source
then why to look at hills
maybe to inspire
prayers
in
nature
sign of encouragement
by the sign of rising
earth
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. . . from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121 1b-2
KJV
(some think question and response)
photo by Marc Babin on Unsplash
(x = space)
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Each One an Apocalypse
x
I look up to hills
From the valley
It’s not that the rescue
Has to come from there
Though there are climactic moments when
Over the ridges
Everyone needed
And everything
Appears
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It’s that wherever from wherever
God is there
And it is God who rescues
Who swoops down
To carry us from battle
Takes us to water
Moving just enough
For a hand to fill
From which to drink,
Clean water played
Over wounds
We are better than we’ve felt for days
We are lifted up again
And taken to a home
Whose dimensions have been guessed at
But whose simplicity
In majesty
Is unknown ‘til we’re there
Where living’s perfect
And we are told
To stay
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Each has an Armageddon,
An apocalypse
The unprevaricated spirit
Manifest
With mortality and eternity
On either side
And through and through
Some have called trinity
But is the nature of the Lord
Relational
And relational with everything
Forever
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