Saturday-night Psalms
i.
His joy is overwhelming.
Like an answered prayer
it surprises me,
lifts my heart to bursting
as an overfilled balloon,
red, gold, ascends a sunburst sky;
and though I’m deaf and blind
like every ordinary mortal
the blood of my heart, every vein
courses through me joy,
the inexpressible
irrepressible
most precious joy
of knowing
GOD
GOD IS
GOD IS LOVE.
ii.
Holiest of Holies,
I stand upon a mountain-top;
My heart stands on tiptoe
to rejoice in You.
Like a lover returning early
You come upon me suddenly
and pull me high
where Your sun shines.
The snow sleeps at my feet.
Dappled forests and skyfilled waters
ripple all about,
the ribboned rainbows of my joy.
Anguish waits,
and weariness;
You will loose my hand.
I must go down.
But You will come again,
O loving lifegiver;
You will lift me again
to the mountain-top.
Holiest of Holies,
my heart stands on tiptoe
to rejoice in You.
Lucia Walton Robinson is a born-again Episcopalian filled with gratitude for salvation.