Psalm 14—At night, they grind panicseed between dull teeth and wake gasping, thinking they have heard a voice.
"Oh, that salvation would find us, fall on us, hem us in."
Rendition of Psalm 14
Every fool knows God is gone, So they give themselves to things They can’t come back from; Feed themselves on limelight; Live by the hope of moving on. Like everyone who has sold themselves, They insist it was worth it. The Lord looks down to see If anyone has yet let Goodness creep up on them, Yet felt the subtle knives of grief Set stripes in their repentance, But he sees knurled knuckle hearts, Hearts that snarl, hearts far gone. Not even one is ready to do good. They tell themselves they’ve tallied God— Totted up his promises, but none solved, None stacked against his wrongs; All yielded impossible sums Only a fool would count on. None call upon the Lord, but Rather would eat God’s people As one devours an oyster. They would pry open our inner parts And swallow us down with sauces. They laugh at jokes that aren’t there, And hollow themselves like bird bones. At night, they grind panicseed Between dull teeth and wake gasping, Thinking they have heard a voice. But God is a falcon. God has claws on. His silence is a hunting hawk. His wing shadow passes over The weak, marks them. His nearness is their refuge. His dread dives all down wilder. His love is with them, prowling wider. Oh, that salvation would find us, Fall on us, hem us in, Scatter back this rabble, And make us glad again.
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