Blessed be My Rock

Blessed be My Rock

(“The Lord lives, and blessed be my rock, and exalted be my God, the rock of my salvation.” 2 Samuel 22:47)

The earth sings like children hogging the microphone,
Christmas Pageants with four year old Elvises, don’t know,
don’t care, don’t understand why they can’t share alone what
they’ve practiced for months to get right.
The earth sings like joy, perched between planets
parading ‘round the sun, it cannot keep quiet the victory; the
ceremony gladly gets out of hand. Nature sings, angels ring
the chorus with wings furiously scattering light across the vast
tapestry; choirs in harmony like prisms unveiling spectrums
seen and felt.

The skies defy the rainy logic of summer thunder reaching
higher than perception; direction (not up, down, in, out;
about a compass that will not stop whirling) fades and
center stage,
sheer joy rains unhindered from cloudless expanse.
The sky laughs at the mere suggestion that the seen
is all there is to observe. Absorbed, each eye sees a
different sky, each eye is in on the joke, laughing
at the right time, at a time when time runs ungrounded.

Astounded, trees clap their hands, rivers rejoice aloud,
winds dance desert wild, then turn and spin like a barefoot child
through the forests unspilled and leaping. Every living creature
smiles at the sound of the

Rock prefinished and unbegun. The solid ground of invisible delight,
the foundation upon which the universe rests, the location
of

Every trust and every treasure. It is
the eternal conversation of
divine and created which is the echo of In the Beginning
and the epilogue of
So Be It.

Those who see the unseen joy
sing for all the same reasons,
creation began when it was good
and increased its volume when
the cross of wood, nails of iron,
gave way to the invisible power
that raised the rock, dead and cold,
Manifest and Fully, Creation’s Lord and
King.