Then and There – Mulled Psalm 30

How soon morning child energy subsides!
Sobs for natives’ stories halts spirit dance;
refugee reports lock down poem flow gates
with blame shame grudge sludge and guilt silt buildups.

I can’t write my way out of pity pit
or work my way into Your healing light.
Fear isolates; spite keeps me counting wrongs;
pride makes excuses, inflates my efforts.

Every night the bubble breaks. I give up
trying to impress or even express
this immense sadness. Exhausted, I fall
down into Your wondrous embrace of sleep.

There, there You assure my heart all is well.
Then, then I am relieved, resting, trusting
Your welcome to kindred spirit dreamland
where Your humble children breathe contentment.

We wake in Your dance company, moving
gracefully from grief to gladness, grateful
for Your all-encompassing compassion,
eager for close child encounter chances.

ZA'ATARI, JORDAN - FEBRUARY 01:  Children pose for a picture as Syrian refugees go about their daily business in the Za'atari refugee camp on February 1, 2013 in Za'atari, Jordan. Record numbers of refugees are fleeing the violence and bombings in Syria to cross the borders to safety in northern Jordan and overwhelming the Za'atari camp. The Jordanian government are appealing for help with the influx of refugees as they struggle to cope with the sheer numbers arriving in the country.  (Photo by Jeff J Mitchell/Getty Images) ORG XMIT: 160600686

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