Sunday, February 17, 2013

Winter Verses meet Psalm 73

When you lose at King O’the Hill

The Party’s not at your house anymore.

You fight to remain. You defend your spot. 

But, you're beaten in defeat; it's all a question of Will.

Your Will.  My Will.  God's Will.

What you Will...

No, the party is certainly not at my house anymore. 

The king has his throne. 

Bloodied, I can't get off the ground. 

There is no picking myself up by my bootstraps this time, and the thought is that there is no recovery, no legacy to save, no victory to come...
It's just this. Over.

As for me, my feet had almost slipped; I had nearly lost my foothold.
For I envied the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
They have no struggles; their bodies are healthy and strong. They are free from the 

burdens common to man; they are not plagued by human ills. 

Therefore pride is their necklace; they clothe themselves with violence.
From their callous hearts comes iniquity;

the evil conceits of their minds know no limits.

They scoff, ad speak with malice;

in their arrogance they threaten oppression.

Their mouths lay claim to heaven,

and their tongues take possession of the earth. 2-9

I reach out and only. feel. space. between my fingers, hands, arms. nothing,

where my children, family and home once were.

This longing for a different time, even if it was only in my mind,

doesn't stop.

Therefore their people turn to them and drink up waters in abundance.

They say, "How can God know? Does the Most High have knowledge? 10-16

In vain have I kept my heart pure; in vain have I washed my hands in innocence.

All day long I have been plagued; I have been punished every morning.

If I had said, "I will speak thus," I would have betrayed your children.

Another grey day, a pain without release

If wishes were horses, mine would be dappled

grey, unobtrusive, intangible fog

I’d silently slip there, away, none a’knowing

Colorless free, misty, formless and gone.

Quiet, quietly, quieter still,

sweet peace from the missing

grey unobtrusive, intangible fog.

Don’t you know that today’s pain

makes yesterday’s pretending look good,

a finger points where I once stood:

another place, a time

a once upon of belonging,

of me and mine.

Quiet, quietly, quieter still,

sweet peace from the missing

grey unobtrusive, intangible fog.

When I tried to understand all this, it was oppressive to me 'till I entered the sanctuary of God; 

then I understood their final destiny.

Surely you place them on slippery ground; you cast them down to ruin. 

How suddenly are they destroyed, completely swept away by terrors!

As a dream when one awakes, so when you arise, O Lord,

you will despise them as fantasies. 16-20

I wish no harm. My heart weeps.

When my heart was grieved and my spirit embittered I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you. Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. 
You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory. 

Whom have I in Heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.

My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. 21-26

Those who are far from you will perish; you destroy all who are unfaithful to you. 

But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge; 

I will tell of all your deeds, Lord. 27-28

You know all of it, know our condition; mine, his, ours. 

You know the defeats and you know the victories to come. 

You remind me that the battle is not over, that the battle is Yours, 

that You are just and do things in your time. 

As for me, I'll love you 'till the end of time. 


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