PSALM THIRTY STILL SPEAKING

In silence 
   broken 
   alone by
   midnight moans,
my heart,
    broken by the silence 
     which descends
     when God's face
     is turned away,
asks,
   What good is this?

Then, before the seeing eye
   of faith
flashes an impression.

Mourning sighs its last
   and rises up
   into dancing—
sackcloth cast off
  gladly exchanged
for garments of joy.

Mourning gone,
morning come,
   arising 
   and
   dressed 
in new clothing
of gladness,
I leap and swoop and twirl.
I fly on the wings of worship
in my spirit
singing praises
in glory
that will not
be silent.

And I will give
thanks unto 
the Lord my God
forever
and
ever.

© 1992 Nancy Spiegelberg

© 1968 - 2001 Nancy Spiegelberg All Rights Reserved

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