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Notebook Poems with Psalms 34 and 35

Notebook Poems (while downstairs)

with Psalms 34 and 35

 

Three O’Clock or Thereabout

 

train sounds out back

from the first floor

bells

deep, uneven thrumming

circles of wheels

train sirens cry and split the local sky

nostalgically, we might still call that

a whistle

 

after time, train finishes with us

our cars may go

ebb and flow returns to town

until Moses-like the tide of trains

halves us again

 

(haiku)

 

child at table works

lead pencil scratches paper

timely task now done

 

Psalm 34

a song of tears

 

Lord

hear my cry

and when I’m through

hear my chafed whispering

 

Psalm 35

song with a question

 

Lord, are you there

it’s not Margaret of the book

it’s simply unwritten me

 

Machine-Less Listening

 

I hear a trumpet call

shave-and-a-haircut-two-bits

(two bits a quarter from

pieces of eight)

Gabriel’s apprentice practices

for the final fanfare

at the end of school in June

 

Still-Listening

 

at table round I write

who knew Arthur should meet here

liege folk

talking of charity

T. H. White’s “Might for Right”

until Mordred and Lancelot

ruin everything

Psalms 32 and 33

Psalm 32

a song before repentance

 

I should be truer to you

And stay that way

Learning more about you

Fulfilling my awareness

Of how your love

The world

 

 

Psalm 33

a song of anxious supplication

 

Forgive me when I fail

Strengthen me

 

Take my hollow parts

To fill them with truth

And better cause

 

Love

Not so much for reward

As for peace

If peace comes with it

Finally, please

I’ll have

L is for Lyric

L is for Lyric

 

Will you sing with me?

If I start,

If you start,

Shall we sing together?

 

The earth spins off harmony,

A jubilance of sparks—

Fireworks

In the mind

 

Our words become song

And, while orbiting,

An invitation:

 

Into our creating cups,

Ambrosia-better,

Liquid inspiration

 

Not for drinking but for

Utterance,

Music becoming

Current  in the cosmos

 

 

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Psalm 31 — a song, a request

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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