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A Poet Rests in the 131st Psalm
by Jan Ackerson But But I am a leaf slightly quivering But I have been a ripple that tickles silver sands But I have stilled the thump of my heart with the syllables of Your holy name But I have stilled and quieted my soul Like Like a breath, a whispered breeze Like a weaned kitten who purrs with throaty and contented rumbles Like a weaned child no more blind and panicked rooting, no more grasps from dimpled fingers Like a weaned child with its mother Like Like a whisper, a sweetly spoken caress Like a weaned child ready to stand, to stretch, to step, I grasp your hand, and trust Is Is my hushed, hushed, soothed and rested self Is my soul when You quiet me when You cover me, when You surround me Is my soul within my soul without, my soul yesterday and tomorrow, my soul there and here Is my soul within me when You lead me to the place where all is stillis stillis still Like a weaned child is my soul within me... ____ Psalm 131:2 (NIV) Jan is a Christian who has traveled through sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Check out Jan's website at www.1hundred-words.com Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006 Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |