psalm 151

my pleadings like smoke

came to you and you listened
my prayers like fog
were before you, and me, you assisted

my days now stay strong
like rocks of Rockies
my nights are peaceful
like lakes in mountains

my heart leaps with joy

like a dancing deer
my plate is full
with extravagant bread

my bones are strong

like the Indian iron wood
my past wrongs you blotted
all out of my sight

i now soar high, and higher

like an eagle in flight
i sit with poise like a king
on throne with no guards around
 
i sleep like a log
the whole night in my bed
i am busy like a bee
the whole day collecting food

in the day of my anguish

you hid not your face
in my distress i called you
and you speedily responded

© henry victor     11.10.2003 

my song

my pleadings like smoke came to you

and you listened

my prayers like fog were before you

and me you assisted

my days now stay strong

like rocks of Rockies

my nights are peaceful

like lakes in mountains

 

my heart leaps in joy

like a dancing deer

my plate is full

with extravagant bread

 

my bones are strong

like the Indian iron wood

my past wrongs you blotted

all out of my sight

i now soar higher and higher

like an eagle in flight

i sit with poise like a king on throne

with no guards around

 
i sleep like a log

the whole night in my bed

i am busy like a bee

whole day collecting food

 

in the day of my anguish

you hid not your face

in my distress i called you

you speedily responded

© henry victor     11.10.2003 

perfectly still

i thank you, though it is a silly act

to praise the providence unlike the moon
in size and strength increasing and decreasing
but shines consistently like that mighty sun
unaffected by the drifting clouds
nor bullied even a bit
by the transient permanent change in season!

keep me away from running after success in personal

professional, or spiritual kind, uprooting from my soul
that weed, that inclination for sainthood
the tempter secretly sows in moments of my slumber!

assist me with your grace to be still, perfectly still

like that pond heron standing on one leg!
press me hard with pain, your grace until
in you i am well grafted
leaving behind, and loosing
from my mind the thought of my growth
or, that greater fruit bearing!