Poetic Justice

Whenever I read a piece of Psalms, I’m washed with peace, transcending the failings of disobedience and the disloyalty of staying absent from My Maker. 
     
     The flow, rhythm, syllabic orchestration of the psalms 
           speak to my creativity and passion for poetry…allowing all the pretense, guilt, and self condemnation to melt with every couplet – every declaration of emotion.

If only that feeling could last.

There is a surefire way to overcome your fears, your insecurities. It’s guaranteed, will never expire, and you can do it anywhere and use it as many times as you want. Are you ready for the secret?


Stop thinking about yourself.

      Think instead, of the Alpha Omega. 

Think not on how you fall short, how you fail, how you screwed everything up yet again, how you drip hubris every day, how surely ~ everyone is on the brink of walking away from you with pleasure, because you really and truly are too much to take.
Stop.


          Think on other things instead. 
                Think of what is 
                                              true
                                                       honorable
                                                                           right
                                                                                     pure
                                                                         lovely
                                                      admirable
                                     excellent
                                  praiseworthy
dwell on these.
Because then, εἰρήνης [peace] will join you, accompanying you each hour, each day.

When I am reminded of who The Great I Am is, then the fault line shifts from the unstable focus of me-me-me, to the solid rock of Him. 
    His character is literally my rescue. My salvation. My only hope.
        And it is Psalms that so beautifully returns my focus, so quickly alters my perspective. The poets’ words sink into my soul more quickly than most other ways. It is a kindred adoration for the descriptive language – how truth can be a melody and harmony at the same time. 
“Bless the LORD, O my soul, 
and all that is within me, bless his holy name.
Bless the LORD, O my soul,
and forget none of His benefits;
who pardons all your iniquities,
who heals all your diseases;
who redeems your life from the pit,
who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion;
who satisfies your years with good things…
For He Himself knows our frame;
He is mindful that we are but dust.
(Psalm 103:1-5a, 14)
He is aware
that I am fallible and shaky.
Moveable as dust in the wind of uncertainty.
That is why He IS who He is.
Because who I am is dust. 
I am not, nor was I ever made to be enough on my own.
I was built by bone and earth to need constant contact with Him.
When I feel empty, as if life is missing from me, it is because I am apart from Him. Because I have taken Him out of my equation and I cannot be solved without adding Him back in. I cannot be proved without the shed blood of His Only.

“The LORD is gracious and merciful;
slow to anger and great in lovingkindness.
The LORD is good to all,
and His mercies are over all His works…
The LORD sustains those who fall
and raises up all who are bowed down.
The eyes of all look to You,
and You give them their food in due time.
You open Your hand 
and satisfy the desire of every living thing.
The LORD is righteous in all His ways
and kind in all His deeds.
The LORD is near to all who call upon Him,
to all who call upon Him in truth.
He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him;
He will also hear their cry and will save them.
The LORD keeps all who love Him”
(Psalm 145: 8-9, 14-20a)

When I see, feel, taste, hear, touch the complete character of The Father, Architect of all life, my senses have no room left to think about my hamartia. All my energy is used to connect back to what is missing in me. It is used to see Him instead.

Justice.
Poetry used to give my waning heart justice. 
Absolution from the bully of the fallen world. From myself. 
To borrow from Paul,
I in no way have this accomplished.
There are no tightly knotted bows over my life nor in my spirituality.
I am a continuer of grace-drinking.
I need the elixir of mercy every minute of every hour. Again and again.
I’m the one who needs to stop thinking of myself. 
This is why I’m here. To let syllables and sentences guide me back to truth.
   I write. Then I learn.
How do you learn?
What aspect of His being do you need reminding of today?

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