Craving – Psalm 63

Abba of Desert Mothers and Fathers,
where today are Your wilderness fountains?

Love of all Loves, this grandmother needs You;
these unaccompanied minors need You.

We see You in night visions of rescue,
glimpse You in family reunion daydreams.

Spirit us past pain, beyond mirage to
prayer-poem-praise cascades, filling joy pools.

Quiet – Psalm 62

In silence You settle us, Love;
we rest in peace, wholly alive.
Yes, quiet.
Yet noise and fights rule most of life;
hype bursts inundate old soul sighs.
Please, quiet.
We try too hard, not hard enough?
Wealthy or poor, angst floors us all.
Oh, quiet.
Strong Love, only in Your spacious
stillness hope shows up, work makes sense.
Quietude.

Seared Hearts – Psalm 60

Huge Love, are You steaming mad?
Fed up with greed-hate-fear wars?
Your scattered church reels, totters:
ambushed, blindsided, we can’t
breathe! Blank stares steal child’s eye views.
We love You, Love. We fear fears’
feuds, apartheid’s resurgence.
Is the Church still Your dearest
valentine? Give us a sign
You reign in Cairo, Moscow,
Aleppo, Baghdad, DC–
everywhere, Strong Peacemaker.

International Rescue Mission – Psalm 59

Look, Love! People are trapped:
freezing in bombed buildings
they drink rainwater, eat animal scraps.

Come, Strong Inside-Out Love:
take down Putin, Assad, ISIL,
all who attempt to trump justice.

Smile, Love Spirit, as You
humble them one by one with us,
saving and serving refugee children.

Wake us from Superbowl stupor,
Mardi Gras daze, Primary fog,
from dust and ash to holy Lenten praise.

Liberty and Justice? (Psalm 58)

What good are debates or sermons
while Hershey, Nestle, Godiva,
Kraft, ADM and more enslave,
beat, whip African children?

Coal, oil, gas, nuke, drug and money
lords talk sweet but poison every
campaign, dirty all streams, kill kids.

Only trustworthy, wise, fair One:
Declaw these monstrous predators;
amputate perverse tentacles.
We’ll party with You on clean streets.

Reset – Psalm 57

Embrace us one by one, Love Spirit.
We thrust ourselves and others toward You–
done competing, need Your completing.
From scar wars we crawl under cover,
can’t survivors, in rant recovery.
Enfold us, Love; turn our sobs to snores.
Snarl each demon with its own venom.
Love us back to life–from dreams to dawn.

We wake transfixed and walk in beauty
all day, glimpsing sky sights, voicing poems.