psalm 107 (april, 2013)

Some fought and wrestled

     and refused to let go

     even though what they were

     clinging to so tightly

     was only a shadow and an illusion

     a false and fleeting distortion

     of what the dreamer dreamt them to be

In fact they held on so tightly that

     in the end it had to be torn away

     pried from their tightly clenched fists

And when it all was over and the dust had settled

     they recognized that what God was freeing them from

     and what he had for them to receive

     was what they most desperately wanted all along

He was giving them the gift of their true selves

Let them give thanks to God for His unfailing love

     and His wonderful deeds for men

For His passion for us will not allow Him

     to let us settle for less than

     all of the beauty and delight

     that was in His heart and mind

     when He dreamt us into being



(Note:  Periodically I find it a helpful practice to try and write a psalm; something that speaks for where I am, or speaks to what God seems to be up to within or around me.  This piece came from a retreat where I was spending some significant time in Psalm 107.  It is my little portion.)