Happy are those who meditate on love.
Happy are those who meditate on love. (Psalm 1:2)
The heavens sing to the earth:
“The LORD is greatly to be praised.”
I’ll sing too.
The fields boast with joy:
“God is sovereign over the earth.”
I want to shout it too.
The winds twirl with the trees:
“The LORD is coming, coming, coming.”
Let me dance too.
The seas rush forward in greeting:
“Hooray! Hosanna! See the glorious One!’
I’m running to you too.
The rising sun tells it plainly:
“The LORD is faithful and forever.”
I want to testify too.
O God my God.
on Psalm 96
the “to do” list
the starling with its beautiful iridescence tapping at our window, seeking a shelter from the winter wind
the faraway line of white seagulls over the lake, dodging cold winter waves and then diving for their catch
the hand-carved ship ready to set sail from my Christmas tree branch where it hangs, eager for adventure
the short fat snowman rolled together on a bitterly cold day, because who can (or should) quell the determination of youth?
find us, most merciful God,
through the joys and the strains alike
with beauty so simple and good news so plain
that our heads are lifted and our tongues are loosened to sing.
on Psalm 27:5-6
as natural as beauty
to a crocus
as natural as wonder
to an infant
as natural as silence
to the cemetery
as natural as perspective
to the endless ocean
so is your praise
so is your justice
to the nations
so is your faithfulness
to grace and mercy
on Isaiah 61:11
I wondered if you would come.
I wondered if you would just sidle up
and sit by my side to watch the river.
Of course if you decided to take time with me
I would wonder immediately how long
no one stays.
We go, we leave, we wander,
we are sent — often in your name, often
at your urging. But I was thinking
it’d be nice instead to stay
to remain by the river
to set down roots that draw from and give life back to
the river, but to be secretly pleased all the while
that the river — and not me —
had somewhere to go.
Someday I hope
to be still long enough to be
but not today.
Today you don’t come
to sit with me. Today I take off running to find you
and somehow our paths never cross.
May those you found instead
be blessed by that
sweet holy presence
that tirelessly flowing river
I was missing.