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Poem: Psalm

Psalm

By Patrick T. Reardon

 

praise godThe Lord croons melodious tunes.
Praise God.
The Lord whistles cool breezes.
Praise God.

The Lord laughs deep from the belly.
Praise God.
The Lord knows humor as a faithful friend.
Praise God.

Garden dirt is under the Lord’s fingernails.
Praise God.
The grit of soil, the Lord knows.
Praise God.

Sweating, the Lord’s muscles strain.
Praise God.
The load down, the Lord’s muscles ease.
Praise God.

The Lord grieves.
Praise God.
The Lord weeps.
Praise God.

The weight bows the Lord’s shoulders.
Praise God.
The Lord’s shoulders take the weight in balance.
Praise God.

The Lord sings full-throated songs in congregation.
Praise God.
The Lord’s voice joins all the voices singing.
Praise God.

The Lord croons melodious tunes.
Praise God.
Cool breezes are the whistling of the Lord.
Praise God.

Patrick T. Reardon
1.29.16

2 Comments

  • Eunice
    Posted January 30, 2016 at 9:49 pm

    funny, i don’t believe in god, but you don’t have to to savor this poem, because what it’s really about is love. thanks, patrick.

    • Post Author
      Patrick T. Reardon
      Posted January 31, 2016 at 11:42 am

      Thanks, Eunice. You’re right. It’s all about love. Glad it resonates.

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