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Living Mirror of Psalm 42 - 5/3/05 2005 Archive - 2006 Archive

The green slime of my stagnant life begs for the aeration
of your everflowing stream, O God.
I’m thirsty for you; for your living. It’s been so long,
I can’t even remember the features of your face.
Tears run continuously down my throat
while those around me repeat:
“This is what your God is like?”

Memories hemorrhage, leaving me dry
I recall pageantry and procession, my leading
as the crowd enters your sanctuary
celebrating the fanfare of worship.
Spiritual indigestion flares as the cake of my soul sinks
with the slamming of the oven door.
Milk of magnesia’s voice whispers: “Hold firmly to your God,
for the song’s words and tune will find you again;
help, deliverance, God are one.”

Sinking cake stirs memory’s flood
river of deliverance, mountain of power
echo across the cavernous abyss; your big kahuna
and your storm clouds have washed me ashore.
Morning sun brings your steady and secure love;
moonlight carries its song of praise;
prayer to the God of my living.

I speak to the fortress of you:
You don’t remember me, do you?
I’m the one living a funeral procession,
squeezed, mocked and taunted on every side
by those who despise me
while those around me repeat:
“This is what your God is like?”

Spiritual indigestion flares as the cake of my soul sinks
with the slamming of the oven door.
Milk of magnesia’s voice whispers: “Hold firmly to your God,
for the song’s words and tune will find you again;
help, deliverance, God are one.”

© 2005 Todd Jenkins