Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Morning Psalm of Lament: Madder Than a Hare in March
Just pure, stinking mad.
Not the crazy kind of mad.
But the angry kind of mad.
What has brought me to this place?
What has flipped the switch to make me
Throw the bed covers
Be careless about doors
Could it be the constant schedule I face
The pressures of life I combat
The rejections I contend
The disappointments I confront?
Or have I just given in
What is the answer to this foolishness?
I sit in silence ... and wait.
Rather, He sends a rabbit
Encouraging me to lay down this madness
To retreat within
To align myself again with the holy
To reflect on majesty.
I bow to the Beloved
Source of All Life
Breath of the Merciful
A dove perches above me in the pine.
Just an ordinary moment....