old rugged. a poem. a prayer.

i’m on an old hymn kick
the rickety stanzas
like bent wire fences on browning fields
a great sort of faithfulness
holding in the fountain filled with grief
assurance a distant orb
falling beneath the blessed horizon
i’m on an old hymn kick
walks in the garden too lonely to bear
without the everlasting arms of
the One foundation lifting
gravely voices like eighth notes
chords of the bass clef like rolling thunder
shadows of turning
The Body crying
Lord God Almighty



Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit.

dedicated to those in my church family and my work and community who are hurting today …

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