Rendition of Psalm 8Lord, even the air echoes your name. The river thrums with it. The green mountains tower it out. The holy birds sing it dawnward. Yet, the earth and the whole heavens Can’t contain the barest sum of you. When I look at the works of your hands, I see how everything is poised At the start of its becoming. Fat mat tongues push greenly From snow soil like a rising from the dead. Overhead, wild and unseen singers in the trees Chorus and break cover, as if every leaf Became a bird at once. The wind blows from another land And the clouds go cartwheeling by. What am I that you are mindful of me? You have made me haunted and hallowed, Branded, bent, and fallow; Lattice of heartstring and sinew, A long and weary marionette; Harlot to the mirror’s glances; Hawk above, snake below, Mouse afield and running. Still, you gave me dominion, And crowned me with your own crown. I am thistledown the wind has taken, Yet the lives of stars are nothing to me. O God, how bright and vast is your name in all the earth.
Andy! Every line seems pregnant with quadruplets, ready to deliver!!! How on earth can you see such depth of beauty? Oh my! Fat mat tongues and how the spring arrives, a drama, and the detailed theatrical performance of wonder, took my breath away! Harlots to the mirror's glances made me feel ripped naked. We are that haunted, hallow, branded, bent and fallow, long and weary marionette, yet, no, on top of all that, crowned with his love! Oh my! Thank you! So so much for stirring up so much wonder again within me!
I love your work. So 43 is exactly how I feel about this election. I am saving it and will post it out to all my friends election day. Thank you so much for what you do. I will be adding a paid subscription very soon. (I am in the process of discerning which Substack I really benefit from. Paying for those and deleting the rest.)
This was so satisfying. Thank you.
Andy! Every line seems pregnant with quadruplets, ready to deliver!!! How on earth can you see such depth of beauty? Oh my! Fat mat tongues and how the spring arrives, a drama, and the detailed theatrical performance of wonder, took my breath away! Harlots to the mirror's glances made me feel ripped naked. We are that haunted, hallow, branded, bent and fallow, long and weary marionette, yet, no, on top of all that, crowned with his love! Oh my! Thank you! So so much for stirring up so much wonder again within me!
I love your work. So 43 is exactly how I feel about this election. I am saving it and will post it out to all my friends election day. Thank you so much for what you do. I will be adding a paid subscription very soon. (I am in the process of discerning which Substack I really benefit from. Paying for those and deleting the rest.)
Fanny. Thanks for the kind words. Pay for it or not - up to you. I'm happy you are taking some benefit from this little project.