Psalm 107
A story of people fleeing pain and the gory slaughter of innocents is seeing history on repeat. But then God saves. http://ref.ly/Ps107;niv2011
Psalm 106
What wonton craving would I let lead me from holy places to forgotten hollows? Is it beyond saving or fading? http://ref.ly/Ps106;niv2011
Psalm 105
I don't want a king. I want a conspirator breathing out attaboys when I feel the sting of what I've done. http://ref.ly/Ps105;niv
I miss you. When the world is full of cheers and lights and life, I miss you. When the songs turn wintry, heavenly, and peaceful as imitation snow, it aches like an old wound. I swore I'd have Christmas one more time with you this side of stars. But all the tonic in the world could not cure you. And love simply cannot hold the weight of time. But one day, I swear, time will battle love and lose! One day Love will chisel death to bits. And I won't see you gasp for air in my dreams, ever again. For dreams will turn to proper stuff and rise.
Psalm 104
Can I enjoy what is made like the Maker does? Would that turn my head to my creations and swap delight for dread? http://ref.ly/Ps104;niv2011
Psalm 103
Friends forgive. But a trespass can stain worse than a spilled wineglass: hard to ignore, despite being cleansed. http://ref.ly/Ps103;niv2011
Psalm 102
We may clot our ears with waxy blots of fear to screen out needs that scream. But God is a sympathetic refugee. http://ref.ly/Ps102;niv2011
Psalm 101
Gentle pressure can heal fresh hurts. But justice can be a crushing depth that bludgeons the guilty. http://ref.ly/Ps101;niv2011
Hate seems a searing, smoldering thing - an undying death of bearing and shouldering up. It's a puff of powder, a strobe of night, when snuffed by eternal delight in Almighty Love. If we only didn't have to travel through the unraveling of time to get there.
The children are chirping at the bus stop, fed on their parents regurgitations. "Are you Spanish?" "He doesn't look Spanish." "He looks Asian!" (What does that even mean?) Will they ever questions their categories? Will they reject pre-chewed fare one day? Will they fly and go look for solid stuff? And what have I fed my little goslings at home?