Showing posts with label Psalm 95. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psalm 95. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2020

Sheep's choice


After Psalm 95

The sheep have a choice:
accept who they are,
crowd around the shepherd,
heed the shepherd’s voice.

Or

Do what’s always been done
(Meribah),
ignore what’s in front of their nose
(Massah),
begrudge the blessings
(manna),
Test, or vex, or both, the shepherd
(12 spies),
Reject the promise,
Reap the wilderness,
Find no rest.

That’s the choice.

Photograph by Sam Carter via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Hands


After Psalm 95

Lifted: our hands wave,
His hand wraps the earth.
Lifted: our hands applaud,
His hands shape mountains.
Lifted: our hands clasp together,
His hands scoop the seas.
Lifted: our hands stretch upward,
His hands sculpt the land.
Lifted: our hands reach.
His hands touch.
Lifted: Our hands fold in prayer,
His hands wrap ours.

Photograph by Akira Hojo via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Friday, September 25, 2020

Cymbals, drums, hands


After Psalm 95

It is the noise we hear
first, a joyful noise,
punctuated with cymbals,
drums, hands, and other
instruments of worship,
orchestrated together as
an act, a declaration, 
a hymn of thanksgiving,
a hymn of profound praise,
as entrance is gained
to the presence, an instance
of celebration, an eruption
of celebration, unlike
what has been known, like
what will be known
forevermore.

Photograph by Anthony Delanoix via Unsplash. Used with permission.