Red Sea Electronic Broadsides Pilgrim Psalms numbers 120-134 Laurance Wieder from One Hundred Fifty Psalms copyright (c) 1994 by Laurance Wieder all rights reserved distribution over the network as freeware is permitted for any other use, for information regarding the Psalms, or Red Sea, e-mail: email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org voice: 516.475 1142; fax: 516 475 9673 120 Preyers I called out to the one who heard me say, Save me from the plausible liars. What can be said to a twister of truth, someone Who preys upon trust, who mints coin from desire? Bludgeon the bastards with bricks and bats, fire Them, forbid them to sit on a bench in the sun. No matter what I say, they contradict it. I say, Peace, my soul wants peace. But they say, War. 121 Echo I look to the hills and hear thunder rolls, Eternity's wheel Across highway and foot track: Who could sleep In broad daylight or moonlight, At home or abroad? The Lord's the great keeper of people Awake, a keeper From evil, forever. 122 Zion My heart danced when they said, Go in: I stood inside the doorway to Jerusalem: Jerusalem, the city of the Lord of all Creation, ruler of the law, of people Speaking heart to heart, where dream, word, thought, Justice, judgment, thanks, and praise Agree, where meeting, people talk About Jerusalem, and talking sing of peace, Their only greeting. 123 Mercy I look to the sky, and wait For a hand to reach down Through a window, a cloud, And I wait. Like drought land Rutted, cracked with contempt For the easy, with scorn for the proud Tanning nude, we want rain. O Lord, tip your hand. We will wait. 124 Social Without help we'd be gone: In a flash when the angry ones turn up their flames: Not a gurgle as floodwaters swallow our souls. Bless the Lord, for our souls Are those songbirds set free from the snares, From nets fowlers baited. Without help We join flocks, or alight. 125 Please As mountains ring Jerusalem So God surrounds the people, Chosen by heart not by lot. They are cedars on mountains. Wind twists the evil ones, fearful. High hills protect Israel. 126 Reasoning When we returned from far away Our home looked as it looks in dreams: The sun shines, gates swing Open of themselves, and someone Sings a song we had forgotten As we now remember laughter. Then strangers said, Great things Were done for them. The Lord Did great things for us then. A good. But you must do great things again, Because we live with heaviness And twist and scatter like a river Delta bogged in marsh and reeds. We started sadly so we'd end up Smiling, for anyone begins, sows Seed with tears to reap his own, The happy harvest, no? 127 Pointed Live for yourself, live for nothing: A city of watchers and waiters, Of early birds, burners of night lights, of eaters Of what gets dished up by the loaf and the spoonful Are loveless, fitful sleepers, wanting children. Children ransom the hostage, the happy man, One who grows up with them, old with them: Early they take to the walks; watch them later Stand in their doorways talking to children of strangers. 128 Thrive Daughter and wife, blessings I never thought of alone In the city relying on money: Winter sun streams on the bayberries, Fallow beds, orchard buds, hedge, Gates to the heart's Jerusalem. 129 Harvest "They treated me like dirt while I was growing up," Israel says, "They walked all over me. They plowed my back into a fallow, furrowed field." Snap their yoke, Lord. Beat the haters into thatch Too dry for harvesting, unfit for brooms, And make those sweeping past not know the way To speak a blessing in your name. 130 Interior Deep down I call out To you, o God: Hear me. Don't keep My slips always before You, before me, or who Could survive here? I wait for the answer That's more Than an echo, Lord, harder Than daylight, And kinder, and longer. 131 Hushed Lord, I don't look too high, aiming To muddle big questions: still A small child, my soul has been weaned From the breast and the bottle, And taught to behave, understand. So I hope. 132 Gradual David swore he would not rest until the Ark was carried Out from Obed-edom's house, where David left it, Through the main gate to Jerusalem. Levites took the Ark upon their shoulders, following The dancing King of Israel, who beat his tambourine And sang: Come up, come up. Then God swore back: Your sons and their sons' sons will sit On Zion's throne: Jerusalem will be my home, and when Your children practice My law, learn those lessons taught Discerning hearts, The poor shall have their bread, The wise know pleasure: They will sing and dance and blow the horn At new year. Lamps burn Oil. Your enemies will blush with rage Because you flourish. 133 Singular Different peoples, families at peace with one another are like Oil poured atop the head that curls behind the ears and down the front of Aaron's beard to his robed ankles, are like Dew on Hermon, beads rolled down the sides of Zion's mountains where, commanded, we chose good, and life. 134 Late A scholar at his desk at midnight Looked up from his book, beyond the lamplight, Into a socked-in yard where gray wisps swirled Between clotheslines, and said: Blessed be the creator of this world.