Psalm For Waiting Hearts
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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