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...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries. The poet must write!


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THANKSGIVING AND A POET KING

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries. The poet must write!

David

A young shepherd. A meadow.  A flock.  A day.

A hunted giant killer.  A cave.  An army.  A day.

A dancing king.  A procession.  The ark.  A day.

A sorrowful murderer.  A son’s death bed.  A stolen wife.  A day.

David’s poetic soul, full of the Holy Spirit, ends a day with what poetic minds are born to do, making comparisons, seeing the figurative,  noticing holy similes and lofty metaphors.  Life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries.  The poet must write!

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries. The poet must write!

 

Psalm 103:1-5

Let all that I am praise the Lord;
    with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name.
Let all that I am praise the Lord;
    may I never forget the good things he does for me.
He forgives all my sins
    and heals all my diseases.
He redeems me from death
    and crowns me with love and tender mercies.
He fills my life with good things.
    My youth is renewed like the eagle’s!

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries.  The poet must write!

 

Psalm 30

4 Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones!
    Praise his holy name.
For his anger lasts only a moment,
    but his favor lasts a lifetime!
6 Weeping may last through the night,
    but joy comes with the morning. 

11 You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
    You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
12 that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
    O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

 

...life becoming more than just time ticking and mundane motions, but a plunge beneath the surface of the seen, into the realm of spiritual mysteries.  The poet must write!

Happy Thanksgiving y’all!

Read more about David’s life here.

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