A Battlecry Psalm

 
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June 12, 2021

I will never let go of my inner authority.
My sacred center.
My voice of truth and wisdom.
Cultivator of courage,
She speaks and I listen.
I am learning to listen.
To turn down the voices—mine and yours—
that catapult me off course.
I don't have time for derailment, and
I have nothing but eternal time. 
I have nothing but…

I will never let go of my inner authority.
Because my yes was a yes when I said it in June
and again last December.
Your arrows and darts spoken and written
cannot harm me. 
I grin at your efforts to subtly control me.
Soon you’ll learn to let me go too.

And then I’ll fly away
on a mysterious Wind, a breath, a beat, 
a pause—without applause.
Because it’s not about me, never has been.
No need for celebration. 
You want to sing praises, 
praise the One who rules the nations.
No division or divide 
can hold this One back.
Access for all, 
every tongue, every tribe. 

There’s a spark inside me and it’s inside you too. 
Put down your weapons, look me in the eyes,
and let’s say what is true. 
You are made in the image of God, a gift to behold.
What you offer the world is more than your pride, 
your intellect. 
You are enough just as you are. 
Get in the river and watch yourself float. 
Stare into the sky, count the birds and the clouds.
Your inner authority can never be shaken. 
No past wound or present ache can touch the light
in your core. Sacred and yours.

So you let me be me and I’ll let you be you and we’ll
walk together
talk together
laugh together
cry together
And the world will keep spinning even after we go.
Then we’ll dance on a cloud 
when we finally know 
that I am yours and you are mine and God is one
Alive and in love.

 

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