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Review Note: 2020 Series From The Psalms

The Psalms Series last year featured short selections from the 150 Psalms.

A few examples of posts:

New Series From The Psalms – March 17, 2020
“My goal is to offer some moments of rest, beauty, and hope.”

Hear me when I call, O God of my righteousness:
thou hast enlarged me when I was in distress;
have mercy upon me, and hear my prayer.

Psalm 4: 1

Psalm 4 post – March 20, 2020

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee . . .

From Psalm 63: 1

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Psalm 63 post – April 27, 2020

In the multitude
of my thoughts within me
thy comforts delight my soul.

Psalm 94: 19

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Psalm 94 post – May 25, 2020

Thanksgiving haiku

my large print Bible
rests on the Thanksgiving tray
the bread of life

Time Of Singing, A Journal Of Christian Poetry
Volume 43 “Intermezzo”
Fall 2016

John 6: 35 (KJV):  And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger: and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.

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Saturday afternoon

Saturday afternoon
some time to listen
to quiet music and read

sunlight fills a lamp
that is not needed now
and the light shines
on the wall with art
by people I know

who also offer light
beauty hope

From Psalm 119:

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet,
and a light unto my path.

Psalm 119: 105

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Perhaps because

perhaps because
it is Autumn
I think of my mother

the season when
her last illness
began many years ago
and the trees
outside her hospital
window

I read to her
from the Psalms
and poets she would
know from long ago
and new poets too

most of all
I remember her faith
and unconditional love
that is with me still

From the Psalms:

Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.

Psalm 131: 1 – 2