Psalm 127

Source: npr.com
Unless the Lord builds the house
In vain do we clear the land;
Unless the lord guards the city
In vain do we pave the field.
Useless all this business as usual
Passing any buck that resists being made.
Look. God pays well
Only those able to rest in the city that never sleeps.

Above the rat race, pushing and shoving
Grabbing the last seat on the bus
Is a civic vocation
A sense of urban purpose:
Art, education, the evolution
Of dead-end species of thought,
And the slow recovery of spirit
Where was felled the sacred forest.
Happy the city that counts
Its debt to earth
And finds its honor and life
In paying back.

Greg Kennedy, SJ works as a spiritual director at the Ignatius Jesuit Centre in Guelph, Ontario. He is author of Reupholstered Psalms volumes I, II, and III; and Amazing Friendships between Animals and Saints (Novalis Press).

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2 Comments
  • Donna Zeolla
    Posted at 06:59h, 21 February Reply

    Thank you! This is a treasure chest oh Hope!

  • Peter Bisson SJ
    Posted at 11:30h, 21 February Reply

    Thank you Greg!!

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