A tent is a refuge

After Psalm 61

Tent: a place to rest,

a place to take refuge

from the desert storm,

wind raging and sand

scouring, the tent

offering a respite,

a shelter, the shelter

of huddling under

the wings of the great eagle,

the eagle who hears

the cries of the voice,

the cries of the heart,

swooping low to rescue

from the storm as it rages.

We soar above it,

protected.

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A rock is a hard place

After Psalm 61

Running across burning sands,

pursued by darkness, I see

the rock looming ahead,

stark and jagged as it thrusts

upward, casting its column

of shade to defy the burning 

sun. a rock in the desert,

a tower. The rock is cold

in the heat; the rock is hard

in the soft sand,

A rock is a hard place,

when a hard place is 

the need, a hard place

of refuge, or protection,

a hard place to provide

safety, a rescue from peril,

the peril of enemies,

the peril of self.

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Outside the tent

After Psalm 61

Outside the tent is the storm,

a whirlwind of sand and grit

etching skin and heart;

inside a silence and light,

cushioned and pillowed, 

food and drink, a place

away from the tearing,

the noise, the deafening

of the storm. Inside the tent

the storm no longer is,

dispelled and flicked away,

a memory erased.

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The eagle

After Psalm 61

I watched it circle

in front of the sun,

the heat searing.

I watched it flying

high, swooping low,

soaring and descending,

coming closer to my form

in the sand.

The sun was darkened

as it flew closer, so close

I could hear feathers

and wings pushing 

against the wind, so close

I smelled the scent

of heated feathers, so close

I was wrapped in shade,

the shelter of wings,

and I thought

the eagle had landed.

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Counting the words

After Psalm 61

Counting the words

and descriptions

explained and listed,

a rock

a tower

a refuge

a tent

a shelter

and it continues:

a heritage

a presence

a love

a faithfulness

all of these words

these realities to embrace

these metaphors taking shape

on the plain consumed

by fire,

these words equating protection

these words defining safety

these words wrapping around,

surrounding.

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