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
Canciónes de Oro
How does the song
Go,
My boat is so small,
And your ocean is
So big
(Translated)
Extraordinary image
Of a strenuous
Hope for
Amazing grace
Cantan ustedes,
Queridos
Please sing, my loved
Ones
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
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
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
Love Song
inspired by kundiman
If only I
And with a sigh
Could say I love you
If only you
My one and true
Could say I love you, by
And by, this world will fall
And when it does,
I’ll say because
We could not call
Our own
If only I’d
Been there and tried
To love you only
And if you tried
The rules abide
And could you run
And hide?
If only we
Had sight to see
That we are left to be
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Indak
Dance with me,
I want to be your partner
What shall it be?
What is danced
Under a Filipino
Moon,
Call it “Buwan” or
“Bulan”?
Something
Spanish or more
Ancient? Or
Worked out
Today?
As long as we
Might touch
Dancing now,
Because as the
Orleans song
Is sung,
And love is all around
Maybe spouse-sun
Will dance, too,
Who might be
“Arawa”
In lore, married
With the moon
All nature dances
To (what is called
In many places)
The
Harmony of spheres
Earth turns
Sun smiles
Gravity collides
With magnetic
Fields
In joy of being a
Universe
Day ends, merges
With jazzy dusk
Ready to step
And slide under
The rhythm of
Choice selection
From a heavenly
Combo:
Night is falling,
And I am calling you:
Dance with me
Touch my hand
And, with me,
Glide
https://www.quora.com/What-is-a-name-that-means-moon-in-filipino
“Dance with Me” recorded by Orleans
Word-High July: Welcome!
Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.
HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!
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
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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