Sunday’s Psalm

O LORD, you once whispered in a vision,
     ‘The elegant thing is to transcend being a victim.’
 
You have bred us to write our own lyrics.
     We do not make the music, that’s sheer hubris.
     But we pen the words.
 
Forgive us our fear of grandiose thoughts.
     Fill our loins with love and our bellies with laughter.
 
Teach us to always carry matches,
     to light every candle we find.
     They are key witnesses to the dark.
 
 

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3 Comments

  1. pastordt on September 30, 2013 at 2:06 am

    holy crap, John, way to nail it right on the head. thank you, thank you. i am always searching for words, for images to convey this whole wild partnership thing God invites us into. music and words – perfect. and always, matches. yes.

  2. nancy on September 30, 2013 at 4:14 pm

    carry the candle
    hold it above your eyes
    so that you can see the path
    two steps ahead

    two steps ahead
    is all there is
    to see
    you see

    you see
    it’s there
    where it prevails
    in attrition

  3. Susan on October 1, 2013 at 2:47 am

    Thank you for this. I want to let you know how this impacted me today. I blogged about it here:

    http://www.accidentalhousewife.blogspot.ca/2013/09/carrying-matches.html

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