Sunday, January 4, 2009

Poem: Psalm 103:1-5

Psalm 103: 1-5

In the dark of night, you lay
alone in your bed,
a single light pushing back the night,
but not

the dark thoughts
that creep into your heart
as you tire. Thoughts
of loss and failure,

of mistakes that have burned
your past, sometimes smoldering,
sometimes in a great blaze.

But flames are not always fatal.
At times they merely singe,
of cover you with the stench of oily smoke,
something that can be largely cleaned,
and like mistakes, made

if not whole, at least usable,
blessed even, and marked
as a new place to start,
a brighter light

that pushes back the dark spaces
in your mind, and remember instead,
those you love, and who love you,
and the God that made love, his greatest creation,

not just possible,
but real.


The picture taken at the Rice House, in Manchester, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.

The poem was inspired by my bible reading this morning, by recent events, and by the woman I love.


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