Second Psalm

 

 

O Lord, deliver us

From our plaintive bleating.

Help us to arise from our dirges

And to sing, though our hearts be heavy

With singed imprints, unanswered questions.

Our breaths pass quickly, O God,

And we ask for perception and

The strength to reconcile and decide

Beneath the wet this dark night.

But we know Thy measureless cerulean sky

And the joyous dance of wind-blown leaves.

And somehow the insanity of reality seems softer.

We praise Thee for yet inspiring the earth,

And we would ask the love to give without wishing reward. 

Amen.

                         

                                       -- Felton Dunn (WGC, 1973)

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