Put it in a Psalm: Sorrows and Tangerine Petals
A while back, Glynn tried the 'Put it in a Psalm' lament exercise from God in the Yard. His words stayed with me.
This morning I thought, why not? Why not give it a try too? So I sat outside, listened to the morning and the burdens of my heart, and put them in a Psalm...
Sorrows and Tangerine Petals
I tire of trying, of holding on
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good
I chaff at the myriad tasks before me
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good
I stir our sorrows, stare into the pot,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good
I think that the world is too much with us,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good
Sun barely touches the black-eyed Susans,
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good
Dew kisses the edges of tangerine tropicals,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.
From rose-painted teacup, creme fragrance rises,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.
Give thanks, give thanks,
for the touches barely, the kisses
moist, the tangerine petals, and eyes of brown,
for teacups painted and Earl-Grey filled,
for Spirit in all this glory found.
This morning I thought, why not? Why not give it a try too? So I sat outside, listened to the morning and the burdens of my heart, and put them in a Psalm...
Sorrows and Tangerine Petals
I tire of trying, of holding on
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good
I chaff at the myriad tasks before me
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good
I stir our sorrows, stare into the pot,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good
I think that the world is too much with us,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good
Sun barely touches the black-eyed Susans,
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good
Dew kisses the edges of tangerine tropicals,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.
From rose-painted teacup, creme fragrance rises,
Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.
Give thanks, give thanks,
for the touches barely, the kisses
moist, the tangerine petals, and eyes of brown,
for teacups painted and Earl-Grey filled,
for Spirit in all this glory found.
Labels: God in the Yard, poetry, Put it in a Psalm, spiritual practice
posted by L.L. Barkat at
8:00 AM
5 Comments:
We are in Maine. Sitting at the table I am looking out the windows, the sea this morning enveloped in fog. I listen to the lobster boats, their warnings echoing. I read your words. Vision blurs and I see only my face looking back at me. Out the window again the world drops off at the end of the yard. Today is my 19th anniversary. With you, I repeat the refrain. For I must.
Miss you.
Kimberly
You have put me in complete tears. The words, and what is behind the words. It makes me remember why I have loved you so long. And hope to the rest of my life.
What God has joined together...
Give thanks to the Lord!
Beautiful, Laura. And your friend's comment...
inspired. I've come to expect nothing less from here. love notes, indeed.
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