April 8, 2016April 8, 2016 by inigo rey New Garden Flowers, Gardens, Joy of Life, Poetry, Spirituality, Time and beyond Time 2 Comments The Psalmists The psalmists write themselves from sorrow into joy. They thirst and pant and fear their way To momentary peace, While waiting, always waiting for a Sign: This fallen world will someday be made New. Share this:TwitterEmailFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Your previous poem reminded me of a psalm, and then, by God’s syncronicity, you post this. Lovely.
Thank you. I do like the rythms of the psalms in most translations. Incidentally, not many people who use Jumg’s term correctly, or understand that he really attributes it to the deep nature of reality aka. God.