Psalm for Saturday

I agree with David

The earth is the Lord’s

Who else could cuddle me close           

            in this little valley

Surrounding me with leafy sentinels

            for my protection and delight

Spreading bluest sky overhead

Broken only by the rays of sun

Which warm me in the midst

            of barely chilly breeze

He called to me from the

            bottom of the stairs—

            Go out the front door—

And I went

            following the inner urge

To a seat I never noticed before

Arranged just so I could

Have a glorious sight

The pines, the oaks, the autumn sky

The crickets, birds and occasional bee

The smell of cut grass

The toasty warmth of sun

It’s all mine

It’s all His

And He is mine.

9/09 Jesuit Center

Found this poem tucked away in my journal, written while on Retreat at the Jesuit Center. Just this morning I was again moved by God's presence...I wrote "When I sit down in my place this morning, I am immediately overwhelmed with the love of my Father. I think of Richard Rohr's comments of God being both-and, and it's so true. Here I sit in this simple corner bedroom, not-so-clean windows and my leafy African violets, and of course, my warm coffee. And I am moved to tears by the love of God pouring through my window and swirling around this wicker chair, wrapping me in its warmth. Simple and profound...all true."