Wisp of Spring Psalm

From my favorite chair,                                                                                                                   In my favorite room                                                                                                                            I listen and watch                                                                                                                           For You.

In the pages of your Book I find                                                                                              Sweet promises…

Strength for the weary                                                                                                              Soaring on wings of eagles

The glory of the Lord                                                                                                                  will be revealed                                                                                                                               And all mankind together                                                                                                            will see it.”

The grass withers                                                                                                                         and the flowers fall                                                                                                                        But the word of our God stands forever…”

Forever

And as I let those truths fall like sunlight on my shoulders…

Wind chimes sing sweetly in                                                                                                          Through the window                                                                                                                       Breathing peace across my mind,                                                                                              Birds are caroling sonnets                                                                                                            That whisper of spring                                                                                                                       Even as the sound of rain falls                                                                                                    Upon my windowpane…

And the sky swirls charcoal gray and white                                                                                     Against the windblown showers                                                                                            Coming and going.

While I talk and sit with you…

Sunshine pours forth its glorious smile                                                                                    Startling my eyes with the sudden brilliance,

Lighting up the windowglass,

Showcasing rain droplets                                                                                                                     As diamonds                                                                                                                              Glittering there –                                                                                                                            And out just beyond –                                                                                                                         From branches otherwise bare.

And I wonder                                                                                                                                     At the tempestuous beauty                                                                                                                Of the dark skies still above                                                                                                               While radiant light reigns…

In the distant treeline,                                                                                                                         Just over the tops of neighboring homes                                                                                          I think I spy…                                                                                                                                   Ever so softly…                                                                                                                              Smudges of green –                                                                                                                      (Can it be?) –                                                                                                                                    New life, fooled by spring dancing                                                                                                      On a late winter’s day…

“Hope!” you sing                                                                                                                                  In the sounds of                                                                                                                                 Gentle rain,                                                                                                                                            Bird songs                                                                                                                                       And bells on the breeze…                                                                                                                     In the warmth of                                                                                                                        Sunlight shining through and                                                                                                            Bringing buds to life…                                                                                                                       In the words you whisper to my soul…

Hope!

For the cooing of doves is heard in our land                                                                             And the season of singing will soon be here…

And I will be your umbrella

©  Pam Depoyan

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Linked this post with Laura at “The Wellspring”

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11 Responses to Wisp of Spring Psalm

  1. Diane says:

    As soon as I saw the title, I took a deep breath of anticipation in. You didn’t let me down….I needed that before I get off this computer tonight. I think I’m going to print it out, if you don’t mind. Thank you, Pam! Your sweet, sweet spirit brings down peace to my soul.

  2. Certainly… you can print it out. His peace over all of us…

  3. Yes, peace in the pitter-patter of raindrops falling upon the rooftops. And just yesterday, Martha was meditating about rain in Texas, which is so much a welcome to them because the fire months are here. She was not doing anything just to numb her pain, instead she sat and listened to the melody of the rain….. and she recalled loving memories with her Dad when she was small.

    I love this Pam, so sweet and makes me sour and spread my arms to the Glory of God. Thanks.

  4. Diane says:

    “And I will be your umbrella” touched me. Many years ago, the Lord spoke to my heart something about an umbrella. And now here…He is my Umbrella! Hallelujah!

  5. Pam, I went to Holley Gerth’s sight and I found the book titled “Rain on Me.” It has an umbrella on the cover. I like to put it in my list of books. I need to go to the Christian book store to inquire of its availability. I believe it will give me beautiful insights with every aspects of “journeying through life’s storms.” (prettily put).

    I have my own sweet memories of rains and umbrellas. I might post it soon. Thanks for mentioning Ms. Gerth, Pam.

  6. Sounds good, Lolita. Holley just wrote her first book to encourage women to see how God makes each of us “amazing.” That is shown on her site too.

  7. Lynn Morrissey says:

    And God is our overarching umbrella, our refuge in the storm! Love your poetry, Pam!

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