Psalm 131
I’ve been written in sand,
and even if the rains don’t
wash me out,
wind or bare, playful feet
will disperse me.
I’ve never been more than my anonymity.
Yet I’ve dreamed the boldness
that signs wet cement
then stands and watches
it harden into well-travelled sidewalk.
But even there cracks
will run and parse my name
into fragments. I am as well
those fissures, quiet and unhurried,
giving seed and rain
fresh passage to earth.
In the end that wizened
wild camomile finally taken
root in my cracked and crumbling
name, yes, that very same
dusty sprig of sickly green,
O Lord, is also me.
Hope! yesterday, today, tomorrow.
Peter Bisson, SJ
Posted at 01:10h, 14 NovemberThank you Greg! My favourite psalm.