Psalm 31
a song, a request
Lord, your love rises above
All; let me, with your choosing,
Rise with you
Lift me without pain that
I might see the borderless
World below, source of your
Love in that we were made
Out of your will
Better than the dawn
Is waking to new life with
All things seeming new—so let
Me rise with you
Better than all other pleasures
And pursuits, please let
Me rise with you
Psalm 30
a song of I-don’t-know
what is the resolution
of an unsolvable equation
when one plus one
makes love
what more is there to say
to add or calculate
what function can enhance
the totality of this
one plus one makes love
Psalm 29
a song wanting simplicity
Innocence or stupidity, I want a simple life. I want my books and films. I want to write. I want a few nice things to wear. I’d like to keep my health in check. I’d like to be able to get around, not in an extravagant way. I’d like to quiet my ego by layering it over with love. I’d like a loving life. I’d like a faithful life. I’d like a life in which the Spirit guides me, even if that might ruin all the rest. Sigh, I’d like to follow God.
Psalm 28
a song when I feel haunted
I need, Lord, your love
Who doesn’t need the love of
God?
And yet I fear
I fear the ghosts that haunt me
From the past into the present
How do you proceed in this
How do you love?
How might I know peace this
Day from all the days wrought
In iron pain, now fully steel-
Dimensional?
You are here, I know
You can bear sinuous demon’s
Presence away, even into
Annihilation
Yet I feel possessed, perhaps in
Lack of faith:
Past wrongs, mine and theirs, that
Aberrate the life that you first
Shaped
Maybe this is why, in life, the (first)
Psalmists say, Make straight your
Way
For the line of majesty arriving as
The lord of care
Travels truly—with economy and
All divine electricity—on the line
Made edged and replete when we
Ally in your design
Psalm 27
a birthdate song
My day once a month,
Nine times three or
Thrice three multiplied
Such numeric niceties:
How much do they
Matter?
I make special one day
In my own way, taking
The number to own
Eccentrically
My little arrangement,
My small deal, to
Negotiate in the world
A little something
Shadowed that is mine
Small possessions, Lord,
Do you mind?
I’m guessing not
We all need to remake
Certain days
Psalm 26
a song of dissatisfaction
You know, Lord,
sometimes in spite
of all of my deficiencies,
I am dissatisfied
with what I have. I
don’t wish to be
un-thankful, but
there it is. I wish
things were better.
I wish the world were
giving and forthcoming
in all its parts and
places.
I wish we were better
people—generous to
strangers, open to
the differences that
others bring into all
our overlapping circles.
I wish we were more
grateful. Start with me.
Psalm 24
a song of in-between
What do we do on an in-between
Day? How might we please
You, Lord, on this kind of day?
If we do small things—speak
More softly and with civility
To those we know and those
Whom we encounter;
If we see the grey wash of
Sky and appreciate that it
Is not a sky of harsher conflict;
If we enjoy the colors, textures
That we have (even awash) and
Simple meals within our means
To have three times—post-dawn,
At midday, and again in twilight;
If we choose to look at harmony
And listen to the view—if
We accomplish these diminutive
Tasks, maybe without thinking,
Might we still please you? We
Do hope so and so we pledge,
Even if all around us is
An indifferent age
Psalm 22
a song about God calling
Did you ask me something,
Lord—and did I not hear?
How do I know it’s you
Speaking (when no one
Else is in the room) and
Not the voice of another
Or simply my invention?—I
Hope I apprehend when
You might speak, especially
When you have something
To tell me to do
You would not ask of me
Destructive or demented
Activity. Then, Lord, and
Anytime, let me do
What you request, even
When I might (guaranteed)
Hear imperfectly from you.
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