Poetic Responses to Psalms and Scripture
Make my ears new or I might wake, a pillow molded over my head, oblivious to You.
Lean toward me as I talk with my children. Pull close. I can almost tell it’s You.
Those two parents on the playground grumbling, the rude barrista— I know they’re hoarding secret notes You’ve sent.
My eyes scrutinize grumpy faces.
Yell, if You have to, but let me hear. Every day I need to know You’ve come.
-- By: Ms. Karen Jessee, OP - - a member of the Dominican Laity, St. Mary Magdelene Group in Raleigh, NC. She writes and teaches, living with her husband and children near Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
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