I was studying Psalm 50 last week, and perhaps just browsing some through my Bible and through my personal journal, when this piece just kind of flowed out.
In Great Beauty, Judged
God has been with me,
even as I got lost several times,
too many times, and
has spoken to me from the violet and
amber sunrise, to the indigo setting.
Perfect beauty, God has shined.
Beauty that I oft-times missed, and
saw in photos shared,
how can my sight be so indirect some days?
Sunday, I have seen and heard.
Monday, I quaked and missed it.
Wednesday, did I sleep through it?
In the covenant with me,
some days I missed the grandeur of it.
Judged, I have lost His call above
and below.
He gathers saints together, across time.
He knows all these birds, all these beasts of burden,
all these exotic plumes.
Man reading Psalms at the Western Wall. Jerusalem, Israel/Palestine, March 2007 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have been silent too.
I offer praise now.
I set aside my silence.
I see and hear great beauty.
I arrange my conversation, now,
in right ways.
(C) Tom Bolton, 8 April, 2013, Milwaukee
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