Psalm 84

This poem is based on some powerful reflections from Bishop Michael on Psalm 84 at our Clergy Conference.

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We start, as all things do, with our becoming –
like Swallow chicks emerging from the nest,
and from that moment we are moving, running,
searching, seeking, longing to find rest.
We soar in joy-full flight above the hills,
And stumble through the valley carved by tears,
We find our way, and lose our path, and still
We wander, and we wonder, at the years.
Yet within that elation and despairing
There is a voice that calls us ever on
Towards our movement’s end, and to our sharing
In courts where even sparrows finds a home.
How lovely is the dwelling of the blessed
Where we shall share in that long promised rest.

© Rich Clarkson, April 2024