Pslam of Celebration

 
 
 
 
In the long sunsets of summer,  
in its warmth and generosity, put  
a little bit of salvation aside for me.  
Place it in a small jar and store it  
gently away on some shelf in the  
kitchen pantry where I can find  
and use it when when all of life fails.  
 
Bring me redemption in the faces,  
voices, movements of those around  
me, be they friends, family, or the  
old man sitting across from me  
reading a book. As they live their  
life, I  live mine. And in that living  
eternity smiles.  
 
Let holiness be a rare gem dug  
from the hard earth of experience.  
May love, loss, joy, anger be the  
nails of sacrifice and resurrection.  
 
I understand now; the best prayers  
are the conversations between true  
friends.  
Love is not a feeling. It is a choice,  
and an action to be taken.  
And heaven and hell is wherever I am,  
doing whatever I'm doing, right at this  
exact moment of living and dying.








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