January Psalm
But the heart is different. It never
forgets. It sings the song of nevertheless
until the final note then stops, silenced
by what we call death. (Selah)
Then it is recalibrated to its own
predestined alleluia and slowly, the heart
begins to remember and sings.
You and your poetry wear January well. What is it about the cold and mystery, the darker days that produces beautiful poetry. This John speaks to me with power and might. Beauty coming out of The Beautiful Due, as always. As always.
Just perfect!
Oh, John. . .
Ach! Beautiful, as always.
I lost my mom this weekend. I especially love the line about the heart’s recalibration. Thank you for putting it so gently and sweetly.