Hello loved ones. Thanks for your patience with me this November. I hope my tardiness will be forgiven, especially since I will be offering you four sets of Advent poems starting very shortly. In the meantime, here’s a non-Advent poem for you.
psalm 3
Morning:
I will lift up my head
at the mention of Your Name,
an answer in form
and fury. You are
Salvation, given freely.
Silence the rising lies
within me, without which
I feel lost. I know myself only
here, shielded and sustained.
Whatever word may come,
speak it freely,
Only the truest answers
release the prisoner
and free the slave.
Only the freest slaves
may know the truth.
Be with me now in the aftermath
of this Answer, a waking death
along the way - that I would look up
to my Salvation, and know it true.
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