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(starting with Psalm 96)

 

Sing to the Lord a new song,

Which means we should be writing all the time

Crafting notes to go with words

Consider instruments

Tempo, attitude, occasion

We have the reason

There’s no reason

A new song because creation’s always new

It crests upon us with the dawn

That is seen aboard spaceships

Over the arc of the deep-blue sea

That comes inside my house

And yours

 

Why do we sing so many old songs again

And one more time

Nothing wrong with that

We apply new energy each time

 

But we are also called to create

Beyond new versions

Why, because creation itself

Teaches of itself

Every time it rings anew

 

Does the dragon sing inside its keep

Does gold sing underneath the earth

In there melody inside the mitochondria

Where gene pairs harmonize

 

Scales

Rhythms

Measures without measure

Blank pages, open minds await

Hearts ready to practice

To perform all nerves aglow,

Wary of the audience

Wondering approval

If delight

Will we beat a dance that

No one’s ever stepped?

Will we step a dance

That no one’s ever stopped?

 

Coda

Encore

Rest

 

Then return to make again

Co-make

With the composer of the universe

Who asks of us again

To find within ourselves

Something new

 

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Psalms 52 and 53

Psalm 52

song of passion

 

Some things are not enough even

From an impoverished place,

Contemplating gifts.

 

O God,

Where is your own longing?

And where might mine match yours?

 

 

Psalm 53

song of compassion

 

Lord,

Why should you listen to me, anyway

But I’ll keep talking, just the same

Someone is missing

And others are searching

It’s far away

I don’t know anyone there

 

But there are hearts

And life that always matters

So I’ll ask

Sinner before the altar

 

Please help those in motion

Watch around (above, under) the rescue

Help us in our better work

 

Bless those in need of rescue

Please

Bless the rescued

And the rescuer

 

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Psalm 50 (a song about un-ending)

Psalm 50

(a song about un-ending)

 

hours

 

sing monastic

song throughout

the night

 

how do we

sing with

what’s not

 

been heard

in heaven’s

day

 

we practice

with tentative

skill

 

for you are

excellence

 

our unto

the Lord makes

sense

 

when on

an uneven

way

 

pleasing you

we are free

to turn

 

it is enough

for you

 

you are delight

we know

the joy

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Psalm 49 (a penultimate song)

Psalm 49

(a penultimate song)

 

Before the last,

One more thing,

Please, to say:

 

O Lord, like all

The seasons that

You muster,

 

You are constant

In provision;

 

Might we live in

Gratitude,

 

Thirsty children

Who can yet look

Up before

 

We stoop, saving,

To drink—

 

Risking, yes, a

Moment of hurt

Brilliance

 

Gazing, as we

Do, toward the

Direction of one

Who has

 

Left life for us

 

In a healing cup,

Freely filled with

Consequence,

 

And bread that

Was earth-fired,

Once

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Psalm 48

Psalm 48

God Breaks Through

 

The day comes

When God breaks

Through

 

When an open hand

Will not be

 

Withheld by grace

Or by design

 

We cannot bring

It down—release

Or entice it

 

Our timing has no

Meaning here

 

We should leave

It all alone

 

A mind ordains, a

Host obeys

 

The earth will be

Complete

 

Ready to be

Apprehended in

 

Capture and in

Understanding

 

Day time and

Night time

Without time

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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

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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

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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

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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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