Sunday, June 01, 2014

This Soul Cried Out – v2

As He is so want to do,
the lectionary was blended
sharing a deeper message,
in the mixing of the words
the healing of spirits,
a moment of epiphany
known to very few,
needing to be proclaimed, shared
He spoke through the words on my page
words of Psalms, placed by her small hands, shared
in the hands of the beggar
blind Bartimaeus, the messenger
of more wisdom
this morning.

At the end of a lesson, a children’s sermon
meaning of the psalmist’s pen,
merged with images,
handed out to eager hands, then left
placed in the basket, the cup of the beggar
“This Soul Cried Out”, the words of that one verse
how right, how appropriate, how subtle
that must be the page, out of the seventeen screens
the page that should land, purposely, in his lap
this morning, before the telling of his story
in the adult sermon
his healing, by his faith, the response from
the Word Made Flesh,
He cried out to the Son of David
And was healed of the rest

Just as the psalmist knew
So long ago.
I sought, He answered
I was made whole


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edited June 1, 2014
This Soul Cried Out – v2
October 29, 2006 15:03
This Soul Cried Out
Psalm 34:1-8 and Mark 10:46-52

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