'Dwell'

Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Hello, Poetry Friend

This month I am sharing poems that sorta/kinda work with the Lectionary. This week: Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time.

Each week I make an effort — and sometimes I succeed — in reading the Sunday Psalm in several translations, to prepare to sing it before the assembly. The KJV is usually my favorite because every now and then we get a word like holpen.

Dwell

O God, you are loving fidelity
And me? I am reckless temerity.
You gather us inside your holy barn.
Your Spirit intercedes for us with groans.
And me? Well, there are days when I am devil.
So rare, the days when I cry out for angels.
Am I weed or wheat? Look, here's the furnace.
Only fire proves my life's true harvest.

Lord Jesus, how I want to be a tree
A gathering spot from tiny mustard seed
A safe place that would make birds leave the sky
Who'd make a nest and dwell, no longer fly.
God of mercy, You're the one who holpens.
Take my leaves, my branches. I am open.

Happy poeming!

Megan