Psalm #1

Yesterday, my better-than-average preacher spoke a good word almost off-the-cuff. “Seek God and he will be found,” he said. These words, along with the breaking of a beautiful morning, gave rise to both an ache I hadn’t yet recognized and to this poem.

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Psalm #1

If there came an eternal morning
on the wings of the robins collecting
daily manna,

Seek God and he will be found;

one that woke soft silver, and
rose new orange only to return to
soft silver and to rise again
new orange,
and so on and so forth,

seek God and he will be found;

if there were only the quiet before
the house waking–the mother,
the children, and the coercive
routine–

seek God and he will be found;

then prayer would linger like
morning mist and praise like
the Northern Cardinal calling.

seek God and he will be found.

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  • Beautiful.

    • Seth

      Thank you, Annie.

  • Yes and amen.

    • Seth

      I suppose I ought to ask whether you intend to write Psalms with me J. Ray. You could share them on the porch sometime.

  • Oh, yeah. Thanks, Seth.

    • Seth

      D, I’d like to hear a Psalm or two from you.