I’ve decided that I’m going to start giving each of my PerGoSeeMo psalms their own posts, consolidating the page that hitherto hosted them into a list of links to aforesaid posts.
I held off on this originally, because I doubted my motives – what with there being greater visibility for posts vs. the page, perchance leading to more views and potential Ever On Word subscribers. I didn’t want to do such a thing for a selfish reason, when that’s not what this November’s about. (For those who may be wondering what it is about, here’s the scoop.)
But upon further reflection, I do want the psalms to be more visible – not for me, but so others have better odds of gaining something from them. And on another hand, it might almost be considered an inconvenience to me, since my home page would now be covered with a backlog of psalms. It would be like plastering God all over my face, and meekly daring anyone to be turned off by it; putting my blog where my mouth is, or my mouth where my faith is, or something like that.
Well, so be it. “For I am not ashamed of this Good News about Christ. It is the power of God at work, saving everyone who believes…” (Romans 1:16)
So, fair warning, my current wonderful subscribers: Your email inboxes will be temporarily flooded with psalms while I get caught up. If you’re like me and start to stress when there’s a pile of unread posts staring you in the face, feel free to trash them; they’ll still be around here when you’re good and ready to deal with them. And of course, you’re also free to read them – or reread them, if you’ve been visiting the page. Do what you will. I’ve no expectations; just doing what I feel called to do.
To get things rolling, then, let’s take it back to the beginning…
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Psalm 1. John 1:4, 14; John 3:19-21
In the beginning, a single word
A word of all others and life and light
A story in full, you spoke into being
Anthologies springing from wakening singing
A tale with a prologue that is, with no start
And an epilogue that, once begun, will not end
And chapter by chapter, the middle unfolds
‘Long a plot line planned down to the smallest detail.
Onto the blankness, the wordsmith inks
The opening phrase, story line’s genesis
An author, of course you would draw on yourself –
On your light, on your life — and infuse your world with it
The words tumbling faster, you set up the stage
Backdrop of perfection you knew would not last
For it’s character nature to stumble their way
To the ever after they have no way of seeing.
But you saw from the first how they’d cling to the darkness,
No matter provision of heavenly dawn;
So many predestined to choose to ignore you,
Backs turned on the glory of the risen son.
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