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Stephanos
since 2000-07-31
Posts 3618Statesboro, GA, USA 
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Pilgrimage Psalm In my heart are the highways to Zion. How I long to make pilgrimage there. It’s joyful feasts have been beckoning me though my neighbors incline not to care. The courts of the Lord in their splendour remain the delight of the Earth. And who can tell of the halcyon joys concealed in their chambers of worth? Come let us set out together in passage with tenor of mind. Ponder in anticipation with me of mercies perchance we will find. Since the Lord abounds ever with goodness arduous travel cannot be in vain. Though crossing the valley of Baca we shall be swept beneath torrents of rain. Even now the wind whispers its advent gently caressing the heat sweltered face, cooling the Shulamite’s sun darkened skin and alluring her unto embrace. Will she turn at his voice, her beloved’s ruefully stirred by the sight of his hand motioning her through the latch of the door? Will she search through the streets of the land? Will the people of God love their King more than ease and arise from their bed chamber shrouds, seeking “one greater than” Solomon’s type who is promised to come in the clouds? As a curtain you stretch out the heavens laying the waters above for your beams. The billowing mists are your chariot wheels your cumulus robe has no seams. And yet we would say “Rend the heavens again. Let the rain of the latter days fall. As deep unto deep let your thunders resound in response to a spiritual call which is mounting among “not a people” desperately scattered like matinal dew, whose goodness has been as a mid-morning cloud. And yet our great hope is in you to take of our lives, each a vapor and make of them something more grand. We know that the breadth of the seashore itself is built of mere granules of sand. And lights in the vault of the heavens ever declaring their creator’s worth, clustered in myriad trillions of bands, appear small from the standpoint of Earth. As Abram believed on the promises given to him and to all of his seed, lay righteousness Lord to your children today and be moved by our measure of need. For doubtless you still are our father though Abraham we have not known, though Israel seems but an entity past a temple with glory cloud gone. Your mercy to men is forever gracious redeemer whose excellent name is called by your saints everlasting and true from age unto ages the same. How lovely Oh Lord are the tents where you dwell, your beautiful place of repose. The wilderness lands shall rejoice once again with the blossoms of mandrake and rose. Let us proceed to the temple mount praising with timbrels and trembling hearts as the flashing of dark condensation begins and the lashing of heavy rain starts. Of unrestrained downpours and showers we shall guzzle from runlets and streams with more than enough for ourselves and the world exceeding our most holy dreams. In a mystery we are the clouds of the Lord in which he is bound to appear, the body of Christ to attest in the Earth that the Kingdom of God has come near. In our hearts are the highways to Zion. For the courts of the Lord we will pine even faint to behold in the land of the living the reign of Messiah divine. SDJ 4/2000 (This is one I wrote intentionally in the spirit of the psalms of the Old Testament. Much of the Imagery is from the OT, and this psalm is inspired by Psalm 84) |
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