From Mulled Psalms: Moving from I to We
Happy ones ignore talking heads; glad souls repel liars, never befriend jabbing jokers. Rather they savor live words night and day: like river-irrigated forests God- freshened, joyous peace-seekers thrive. What of God-denouncers? Hapless dustballs, self-made justifiers– hopeless, ruthless, they are devoid of trust. God who sees all knows who is just. Violence blinds and self-destructs.
New Psalm Poem 1
Imagine a garland of lush islands, a body of mountain trekking people, tree planters, gardeners, unfazed by blabber, who absorb and radiate God’s wisdom. Listen: Wind gusts canceling rat-races, toppling social ladders. From storm’s eye God sings: I see, I know; I see, I know.