a poetic reinterpretation
imagined as the moment before the psalmist lifted up her eyes
I can get caught up in
looking down & in — seeing
only what isn’t working
what’s broken, wretched
an embarrassment.
I can be caught by surprise when
my eyes are drawn
to the blue horizon
or the distant rolling hills
or the evening air awash
in the roses of sunset.
It is you that dazzles me in these
shimmering, fragile delights
fleeting, passing,
too easy to miss.
These delicate whispered vows:
this is how your help & hope comes
through gentle, beautiful things
achingly evanescent
like a bird’s feathers
both armor & wing.
Jennifer W. Davidson
