PerGoSeeMo Psalm 27

Psalm 27. Colossians 1:9b-10

            Begun in blackness

Blind to the hand before me

Other hand in yours

            Follow, unseeing

Creeping slowly, lest I trip

Begging your patience

            Will there come a day

When there’s light enough to see

Just one step ahead?

            Would the light expand,

Illuminating farther,

Even to the end?

            And might my gaze move

From bright path stretching onward,

Up into your face?

            Surely if I could,

I would find that I’d have eyes

For little but you.

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Edit: And then, eleven hours later, I came across this

            Child of my love, fear not the unknown morrow.

Dread not the new demand life makes of thee;

Thine ignorance doth hold no cause for sorrow,

For what thou knowest not is known to me.

            Thou canst not see today the hidden meaning

Of my command, but thou the light shall gain.

Walk on in faith, upon my promise leaning,

And as thou goest, all shall be made plain.

            One step thou seest: Then go forward boldly;

One step is far enough for faith to see.

Take that, and thy next duty shall be told thee,

For step by step thy God is leading thee.

            Stand not in fear, thine adversaries counting;

Dare every peril, save to disobey.

Thou shalt march on, each obstacle surmounting,

For I, the Strong, shall open up the way.

            Therefore go gladly to the task assigned thee,

Having my promise; needing nothing more

Than just to know where’er the future find thee,

In all thy journeying — I GO BEFORE.

~Author Unknown

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 1

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.