A Summer Psalm Song

~ A Psalm of His Shalom ~

A lovely old madrigal is like a harpsichord playing around the edges of my mind this morning… singing a memory of lilting lyrics across the rivers of time…over and over…

How gentle is the rain…that falls, softly on the meadow…

And like the heat-scorched lawns and flowers and trees outside my window, I find myself thirsting for a cool dip of… refresh…

Because…all the what’s to do’s and what’s to becomes and oh I needs are like cracks in the earth across a dry desert swelter…

Finally…I sit amid blue and green and white… so like colors of sea and sky and wave-foam… around me.  Close my eyes to listen and receive Your cup of living water…

When I hear Your answering notes, O LORD…

The breathy sound of long-prayed-for rain takes up a light falling,

Opens a symphony softly outside my windows,

Sends a breeze, like tiny hammer to musical triangles, striking a faint ding!… ding!… ding!.. on the wind chimes outside,

And patters a rhythmic drumming against the tin lining of the well around my basement window.

I lean into the hymn of each lovely beat, enjoying this…peace.                         Holy Spirit breathed…

Across the way, I notice towering leafy arms take up a swaying… above and beyond the homes… as if zumba-dancing to the melody growing stronger and stronger…

Dancing a smile upon my lips.

And the air in between my home and the others becomes a momentary gauzy curtain.

Replenishing…

Soaking in…

Renewing…

O,  like the parched and cracked ground, I need your rain, LORD.

Drink of My Word…. You say.

I open Your Book and listen to Your rain-drenched songs and suddenly I know

You are flowing….provision…as I speak these promise truths out

“I will bring (you) health and healing;

“I will heal My people

“And will let them enjoy abundant peace and security…

“I will rebuild them as they were before…”  (Jeremiah 33:6)

Your promises puddle inside me like raindrops on the drinking ground outside… soaking in faith… and a knowing with David, Your psalmist of psalmists …

You surround me with songs of victory, breakthrough,

And showers of blessing…

Ten thousand may fall around us

But you uphold us with your right hand.

Economy… world outlooks… are nothing against you.

For as we seek You,

You set Your wisdom, anointing and favor on Your beloved… like a crown.

And satisfy us with every good thing.

Yes, O LORD, Eternal God,

Your words are sweet as honeycomb, cool as water, on my tongue and life to my body and soul.

©   Pam Depoyan

Listen… a song of replenishing  is singing over you…  (Zeph. 3:17)

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