Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Final Measures; Poem After Psalm 27

To grasp knowledge to which I was not called, I dared aspire;

but that covetous ambitions caused my soul to stumble.

Now, adequately rebuked, more decrepit in health, and therefore humble,

I seek only to dwell in the Lord's holy Temple; and of the Lord inquire;

and to offer, in that Holy Place, sacrifices of joy---

despite the Adversary's attempts to annoy

me with an onslaught and deluge of myriad temptations;

but even the least Faith triumphs over the sum total of the aggravations.


Starward

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patriciajj's picture

Timeless splendor and

Timeless splendor and authentic adoration swell like a symphony in this devotion worthy of being called a "Poem After Psalm 27". And King David is a tough act to follow!

 

But I know you didn't write this to receive accolades. Quite the opposite! So I'll just add that the truth of this, the sincerity and Light of this, touched my spirit. 

 

Thousands of years later, The Psalms still live. 

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Thank you so very much for

Thank you so very much for these words.  I had been feeling a little down about being unable to attend worship services yesterday, because of the recent aggravations to my medical condition, and then this poem came as if a compensation.  Then your comment added additional joy for me.


Thank you so much for commenting on this one.


J-Called