Psalm 4

A golden leaf spins

Dances in the autumn wind

Drifts of marble rain

Sweeps across the path

As clouds so low I can barely see

The bright morning light

As I silently stumble

And trust the harvest

Spring follows winter

Joy comes after pain

Loss turns to gain

Death changed to life eternal

And after that moment

The peace of dreams

Your face in the mirror

Beyond hope

Sown in a crimson thread

For when I call on you

You declare me innocent

And shower me with your abundance.

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Psalm 4 - New Living Translation

Psalm 3

In the coolness and freshness of the morning

Step into the garden

Breathe the fragrance of the breeze

The light of beauty

And find refreshment

And renewal

And in creation’s aroma

The presence of His mighty power

In deep awareness that He is good

His blessings abound

And in the heart and soul

Of abounding love

I am forever secure.

Psalm 3 - NLT

Psalm 2

Remove the bandages

From this chasm of pain

The prism of separation,

For with freedom of vision

One word is infinite

to exalt all things

 And In dancing sunlight

I see things whole.

Speak the word

Listen to the truth

His planned expression of love

For He who paints the sunset

So gloriously in the sky

Enraptures my soul

Captures my heart

And declares,

I am Precious to Him

He has promised

To turn my crisis into an oasis

Of goodness and mercy.

Psalm 2 - NLT

Psalm 1

Golden glory

Delighting the eye

Captivating the heart

As the seasons glistens

In rich white blossom

and emerald river banks

exploding

in a blaze of graceful yellow chains

responding to the brightness of the sun

with eyes wide open

to the imperceptible river of grace

flowing

overwhelming every second

dissolved with the joy of love

and held in my Fathers embrace.

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Psalm 1 - New Living

This Rest

Sweet the moments

Immersed in heaven

Constant praise

This love

So much within

This rest

Joy released

Constant grace

Fire and Air

Today

I pierce the world’s skin

Crimson coloured fluid

Oozed from giant wounds

Our spirits

Danced in livid rage

Blood anointed scared knives

Clashed

Our skin is icy

Violet crystal within the veil

The wound

The silence

The wretchedness

The desolation

In the place of death

At the heart of legend

I will say nothing

As voices fail

And grace is shared

And come to live with us.

(Today, if you will hear His voice, do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion) – Hebrews 3:15

The Foolish Man

No time to stand still

Brick upon brick

In the worst possible place

In the calm before the storm

Freedom

Visions of growing old

Outside

Swathes of water

On the roof, shining

Creak of wood

Pounding

Heavy as stone

Anger

Rage

The little word

Never had time

To stand

To age

To resist

And after the rain

The sky is clear.

My heart is made of stone.

My name is chalked upon the rock.

Written for Poets United (Susan’s prompt of foolishness) but also works with Mary’s prompt of time at Poetry Jam

(But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash. – Matthew 7 v 26-27).