Psalm 130

July 25, 2013
Cheryl Woelk |

A mini-retreat this week for me, with a couple nights spent at a local camp while my spouse leads the Bible time. Good time for reflection, writing, thinking, reading scripture, walking… and swatting mosquitoes. A poem from one evening...

I watch the sun steeping
In soggy evening clouds
Of grey-blue wisped with orange, pink.
To the northeast, lightning sparks through
Splintered and chaotic
While dragonflies snap their
Last morsel of mosquito
Before the darkness arrives.
Tree tops stand firm in anticipation
Of imaginary winds to come,
Eyeing the lightning
With trembling, shivering leaves.

Then I hear it.

The last bird song of the evening fades.

Crickets and bats take over
The work of birds and dragonflies.
The clouds ease in deep,
Erasing shades and shapes.
A lens of grey
Shadows darken the coulee
To the colour of my heart
Yearning for light and hope
And hearing only the thunder.

More than watchmen wait for the morning.
More than watchmen wait for the morning.

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Cheryl Woelk
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