Promptings

It starts with a whisper,
God’s still small voice.
But, busyness, busyness always abounds,
Till busyness, busyness drowns out the sound.

It starts with a piercing,
My conscience is seared.
But, no time for the pain. No, no time for the sorrow.
Surely, there’ll be time tomorrow, tomorrow.

It starts with a rumble,
Off some beaten shore.
“Mighty mountains, mighty mountains.
Oh, how they’re crumbled.
Yet, vainly insistent, I refuse to be humbled.

It starts with the thunder,
The sound's closer now.
Hail! Lightning are flashed down to the ground!
Oh, where can I hide? Never to be found. No, never to be found.

It starts with a SHOUT--God's holy NOW!
And, fearing the earth will swallow me whole, I'm finally still and I humbly bow low.
Truthfully? My heart and soul are weary. So, no more retreat, no more retreat.

Still, I wonder, why, oh why, Lord
did it take you
so long
to finally
speak?

AmmMaw

A Psalm for Linda

This psalm was written just prior to my best friend's passing
(I would like this read at my funeral)


Thou, O God, are the Keeper of my soul.
As a dove resting in Your hand,
I am made to be still.

Your tender embrace comforts me.
Your heartbeat is ever so near.
I am covered by the softness of your breath.
Your quiet whisper is known to me.

O Lord, I love to be in your presence.
My heart leaps at Your appearing,
Rejoices at Your return!
Yea, my soul is quickened at Your word!

Come, let us run barefoot through dewy grasses!
Like deer, we will drink by crystal streams.
We will rest in safety,
Good fruit shall be our portion.

Thy name is Peace.
Blessing is on Thy lips.
Thou art above me,
I am drawn to thee.
O God, my God, you are the Keeper of my soul--
Forever!

by AmmMaw