PerGoSeeMo Psalm 29

Psalm 29. Psalms 66:16-20

            On just another evening,

A night of little note,

Went about my weary business,

Same as always, done by rote;

            Looking with lack of interest

At the words you’d use to speak –

To plant the seed that grew a wonder

In one autumn month of weeks.

            And what if I had not listened?

What if I had not heeded?

If I had ignored your urging

To do just the thing I needed?

            What if I’d disregarded

What I thought I felt I knew?

Where would I be now if I had failed then

To listen to you?

            Starting with trepidation,

Rather dubious and shy;

Questioning deep inside me

Why I even meant to try;

            Fearing to feel a failure

If things didn’t go as planned;

Ready to blame imagination

For that tiny thought’s command.

            And what if I had not listened?

Refused to step out blindly?

Marked as a sad mind’s cruelty

The test you gave me kindly?

            What if I turned my back

On what I felt too small to be?

Where would I be now if I had failed then

To trust you with me?

            Flipping through tens of pages,

I retrace our journey’s course,

Marveling at the music

Of the words, and at their source;

            Eyeing the blank before me –

All those spaces yet to fill;

Knowing not what we two will pen there,

But my heart’s ear toward you still.

            For what if I had not listened?

Had not the nerve to follow?

Gone on without acknowledging

My spirit’s needless hollow?

            What if I’d reached this moment

Missing what I might have had?

I don’t know what then, but I’m here right now.

And for that, I’m glad.

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 26

Psalm 26. Ezekiel 3:10-11

            Listen to the words the Lord has given;

Listen to the words he’s placed inside;

And though all other ears be closed,

I’ll sing the song that I’ve been told.

            Sing to me, O God, and let the music seep;

Let it sink down deep

And permeate me.

Take your pen and ink, and let no other stain me;

Alone sustain me,

That I may heap

            My praises unto you

As long as I have aught to give –

For all my everlasting life

It’s only thanks to you I’ll live.

            Listen to the words the Lord has given;

Listen to the words he’s placed inside;

And though all other ears be closed,

I’ll sing the song that I’ve been told.

            Whisper in my mind, and let me always hear;

Let the sounds come clear,

So there’s no mistaking.

Scribe upon my heart what you would have me take

In my hands and make

Into offerings

            And praises unto you

As long as I’m possessed of breath –

For all my everlasting life

I owe to your defeat of death.

            Listen to the words the Lord has given;

Listen to the words he’s placed inside;

And though all other ears be closed,

I’ll sing the song that I’ve been told.

PerGoSeeMo Psalm 10

Psalm 10. “UN-titled” by Kate Mardis, Chapters 21-22

            Where do you speak?

In swells of strings

And winds that breathe

To shimmering surges of light made sound.

            Where are you seen?

In fairy dust

Sprinkled over the world in the hours past dusk

In a sky so high and dark and wide,

How could anyone think such a sight made itself?

            Where do you speak?

In the same old words

I’ve read a hundred times and heard

Repeated in a score of ways –

In Southern tones, in Scottish brogue,

In sermons, on the radio…

All that, and there can still be new!

            Where are you seen?

In smiles and hugs

And tears and aches for someone loved;

In kindness I haven’t merited

From my Creator or created.

            Where do you speak?

Inside the story

Others tell to give you glory,

Bravely sharing secret pain

That someone else, thereby, may gain

A greater sense of greatness that

They saw somewhere that you are seen.

            Where are you seen? Where do you speak?

Wherever I stop to look and listen.

Wherever my eyes and ears are open,

There, too, will you be,

Waiting for me.