A poetic meditation on Psalm 138
The curtain of common shrouds most of the days
misframing the moments, misleading my ways
Dying for help and running past healing
Yearning for eternity and settling for reeling
And this dichotomous soul rages and fears
what has been tended and untended for too many years
idolatry misdiagnosed, covered over as struggle
Pride just under the surface, quiet and subtle
But if the call of this life is to grow into the next
Why forfeit the fruit based on what I expect
Why allow wisdom to not truly take hold
Of a heart so divided, a heart so uncontrolled
Oh but the beauty of grace’s easy stride
hard fought, but so simple when I attend and abide
one foot humility, as my ego exhausts
the other foot gratitude, as I count all else loss
and then again humility, deflating the persistent
and now again gratitude, crushing idols resistant
and so the footpath of this vacillating mind and
this divergent heart that seeks what it cannot find
wades deeper into the calm of the love yet to be mined
to know the goodness of God, the steady rhythms of grace,
to know humility and gratitude, and to know the deep joy of the race
By Vicky Stinziano