The Confirmation Class at West Allis First United Methodist Church is preparing worship for February 10, and the text will be on the Transfiguration. This has led me to start work on a new poem based on the Transfiguration. I had planned to include it in my blog today, but I’m not ready to publish it.
Since I try to blog poetry on Tuesdays, I am going to reprint a section of my meditation on Psalm 119 today.
V. Voice of My New Life
Voiced with all my heart, I want so much to hear you.
I’ll keep obeying you always anyway. Can I?
Voice–plaintive, plennary voice! Hearing my voice, you give me
Victory, new life.
Viewed before dawn, life looked so low, but I
vaulted from my bed to cry and call for you.
Viewing my hope, I am firm in your words:
Joyful in the word. Blessed!
Joy in your word! Teach me.
Vast is your mercy, God-of-grace. Hear my voice.
Voice of my new life, teach me these Scriptures.
Vying with me for all things, over all things,
volumes are heaped on me: volumes separate them–evil–from you.
Vexed, I try to understand, to make your reliable words mine.
You are close to me, near by me, Holy One.
Volumes ago, and eons ago, I learned from your words:
Teach me again to cry out like that.
(c) Tom Bolton, Milwaukee, March 2012