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Infinite Dance Book 6 - Psalms

Infinite Dance Book 6 - Psalms

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Published by: Gay Blanchard on Mar 06, 2009
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© Copyright 2008 Gay N. Blanchard
 THE INFINITE DANCEScriptures According to a WomanBy Gay N. Blanchard
THE BOOK OFP S A L M S
PSALM 1Tune me, oh Lord, as a violin,a flute, a mellow horn,that I may play Thy music clear and true.Tighten the strings of my desireto vibrate with Thy will.Blow through the convolutions of my soula cleansing breatha strong resounding breathto hold secure the true pitch of my resolve.And gently turn the thin fragile reed of my compassionto blend, harmonize,communicate joyously!Tune me as a violin, a flute, a mellow horn,and use then, Lord, my notesto sing Thy song.
 
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PSALM 2Where is the word to reach another heart?Oh, where the phraseto link your understandingwith my thought?Words on words,carefully chosen words . . .lest you hear not my true intentor read mistaken inflectionsinto the yearnings I would have you feel.And still I cannot be sure.Is there a way to oneness in our thought?Or must I despair your ever really knowingwhat is in my heart?There is one word;the word that was in the beginning,“And the Word was God.”God can weld our thoughts in samenessand melt our understandinginto one clear stream.If we are both in tune with Godwe’ll know together, Truth.
 
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PSALM 3To love a littleis to know a little joy –to know lighthearted laughter,easy fun,somersaulting intowonderand a deeper love.Then golden, happy hours,the world expandsand captures rapturein its carefree hands.More singing,and in beauty more delight,more keen awareness of each flower . . .But the nightbrings loneliness more too,and fear and longing.Oh then the heart is vulnerable to pain.Still greater lovehas forged a welcome chainthat links the senses to that loved one,and makes his ecstasy or grief your own.Love, love – thy paradox has lifted meat last to understand Gethsemane.

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