The Sounding (a musing on psalm 144)
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I knew the voice, for I had heard it many times before. It was he who trained me, him I’ve trusted since my youth. He was sounding the days for an echo from the missing ones who used to walk with him in the cool of the lost good world. I knew the deceitful mouths to be loud, so for him to hear me I must sing an unhurtful song. I howled the way we did before we chose these alien roles, before the falsehood, before the exile. I glimpsed his passing shadow and felt his care. I howled longer, happy that this was so. ~
I knew the voice, for I had heard it many times before. It was he who trained me, him I’ve trusted since my youth. He was sounding the days for an echo from the missing ones who used to walk with him in the cool of the lost good world. I knew the deceitful mouths to be loud, so for him to hear me I must sing an unhurtful song. I howled the way we did before we chose these alien roles, before the falsehood, before the exile. I glimpsed his passing shadow and felt his care. I howled longer, happy that this was so. ~
“He was sounding the days for
an echo from the missing ones”
how you’ve captured His heart, here…
I think maybe we’re all looking for that kind of howling, the one from before. (Thanks for the books recommended of late – just dipping into both, prayers and essays.)