Psalm 15

a poetic reinterpretation

Who can find themselves at rest with you, Merciful One?
Who can call you Home?
Who can remain in the Presence of Love
with a feeling of contentment or even
Lightness
like gravity-defying, whimsical mountain goats?

The One who is unencumbered by deception
and says true things gently without malice
–Not me–I can deceive myself and
sometimes I use what I think is true
more like bludgeon than balm.

The One who lives in Harmony
and responds to others from
springs of Compassion
–Not me–I falter in the cacophony
shake my head with bitterness
exasperation and self-righteous indignation.

The One whose Love
unmasks what is contemptible and rotten
and cherishes the seemingly insignificant.
The One whose Word is always Life
spoken as promise to the wounded.
–Not me–sometimes I stammer
and lose sight of Life and ephemeral promises
when pain shimmers and yawns its abyss.

The One who gives without seeking advantage
whose economy is manna
gift, grace, enough,
preposterously enough.
The One who lost everything so there would be
nothing to lose
and refuses to annihilate the vulnerable.

Who can find themselves at rest with you, Merciful One?
Who can call you Home? Settle me in my search for you.
I pitch my tent in the flatlands
and long for the whimsy of gravity’s release.
In your grace, find your home in me.

-Jennifer W. Davidson

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