A Poet Rests in the 131st Psalm
by Jan Ackerson 1/29/2008 / Poetry
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...
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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
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