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June 1, 2020
Lori M. Cameron, editor
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Psalm – Brice Nordquist

I once walked in the crisp, cool dawn of day
before the fields shed their blankets of dew.
I once led the procession to Your presence
dancing in front of singers and cymbals,
in front of maidens beating their tambourines
spinning and swirling, dancing with arms outstretched
mouths filled with laughter, our tongues with joyful song.
My heart was undivided as Your face shone on me.

But then she, the beautiful rooftop raven,
bathed in the cool desert air
as the fingers of a silver moon ran through
her shimmering black hair.
In a moment my heart was split,
my vision lost in the shadows of her moonlit cheeks,
blurred by the glory of her soft shivering skin.
In this radiant eclipse of Your light,
my eyes failed to see.

In the crisp, cool night the wind whispered her name
as I lifted over our heads blankets of sorrow and shame.


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