#micro-psalm

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 89

enfold me

i age and feel it

bones and joints speak

of a brain scattered

pull me together

and if i can’t be fixed

hold them in your mercy

regard these broken parts

as yours

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 87

we are bears of little brain remembering what filled us then deceive each other with the latest empty calories screaming for attention

help us, Lord, not to forget; may we learn again we have been carried through fire, we have come through oppressive waters

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 86

could i ask of you, Lord, a contrary prayer: to be no one who willingly has or creates an enemy of all my weaknesses make a failure to hate my stubborn legacy

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 85

i did not, Father, choose

a nomad’s life; however

as soon as i settle

my old body in a fine place

You grab me by the hair

(as it were) and remove me,

uproot my feet before they

can grow into a yard

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 83

i see the leaf-strewn yard,

feel the chill seeping

into the smudged window

and like one neglecting the glass

on the untidy table

remember that i’ve forgotten

how much You are craved

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 80

my heart is unreceptive soil thornful, mourning itself before completed death

and now, Great Farmer, You have made me -- amateur everything -- a gardener, i who have sown little better than destruction: have mercy!

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 82

the mind You have given i have riven with distractions and now, torn by floods i feel the loss of communion; You are a body away yet near, even on this bereft island

all weather tears my frayed shirt mend me, o Healer of souls!

[bluemonkwrites]

micro-psalm 78

Creator God

maker, shaper, destroyer, builder:

i thank You because 

among the drab winter trees

above the yellow-brown grass

while the dog roams the yard

there is birdsong