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Psalm for Waiting Hearts


 The Lord is my harbor.  I shall not drown.  Although
 I am far from the nearest town, I continue 
without feeling alone.   I am seen
 by the dove fluttering overhead.

We are all his children.  We lie aside 
paths along shores, painting psalms 
on walls, on stepping stones, in music, 
in manuscripts, and on all bridges.  Thus, 
we all may tend to the scope of our ssouls 
with expressions of awe in 
flaming phrases and sparked strokes 
inspired by the verses of Eden...
Let me write for waiting hearts...

The Lord is my sea.  He made me 
to swim through dark channels.  I 
had no fear for he was beside me.  He 
had me pass from wild waves 
onto smooth shorelines where 
he dried my head and traced 
his cross with oil onto my brow.

The Lorrd is my ocean.  I float, 
singing Alleluia! to the rhythm 
of gentle waves.  Then, once 
I had floundered, hungry.  He fed  me 
bread.  I became thirsty.  The cup he held 
out to me was overflowing.  I had felt lost, 
but he embraced me.  We went on 
side by side and my soul wrote passions. 

The Lord is all life and shall be 
known as Father and Creator 
for all the days of eternity.

——————————————————————————(c) sally young Eslinger 2021
Thanks be to God

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