Friday, September 9, 2016

Psalm 9-11 (dedicated to Fr. Mychal Judge)

I hear your soft voice
In the hushed evening breeze
as gentle wind fills 
these tall, murmuring trees.  

For you're never too far;
your soft breath I can feel.
My soul stirs with faith
that no anger can steal.  

Through the cold, empty night
you fill my dark soul.
Your brilliant light breaks
death's harsh, ancient hold.  

In the morning I'll hear 
your clear voice proclaim
my life you've restored,
bitter tears wiped away.

(7 March 2014)