A Psalm from a Closed Heart
Yahweh, let me not close my heart to another−
Let not even a small part slide from Your cover.
When my emotions and flesh against love combine,
Your heart and mine can no longer entwine.
Cool looks and short replies−
Uncover what I sought to disguise.
My smile, so carefully, deceitfully crafted−
Belies a heart closed−any fellowship shafted.
And so why do I wonder at Heaven’s brass−
That my prayers lie dead like winter’s grass?
You have spoken−if I could but hear
And open my heart, turn from my way, do not fear.
Must I be right in this strained relation−
Why can’t I hear Your Word−I’m Your creation:
“As you do to the least of these−
You do likewise to Me whom you seek to please.”
A closed heart then goes beyond each situation−
And seals the gates of Yahweh’s heavenly nation.
He leaves it to me to undo the closing−
Once again heaven’s pathway exposing.
January 4, 2016
This is the second in my Psalm series. The first was A Psalm from a Bride.
That psalm is in a previous blog post. In that post I described how I found myself moved into psalm writing.
The effort submitted here has its origin in a time of revelation first experienced by my wife twenty years ago. The consequence of a closed heart has been fearful enough to force taking individual responsibility to quickly restore broken relationship. Her story will appear later in the Articles portion of this website. It is entitled The Naked Men Dream—watch for it! Better yet, sign up to receive email notification of blog activity.