READING PSALM 137
WITH MINER'S LAMP ON
UNDER BED COVERS
So that Karen might sleep
Hearing Bob Marley sing us through the night
Hearing C. S. Lewis cautioning us over decades, reflecting
Reading now Richard Swanson ask
what the crushing weight of exile
felt like, I re-trieve my son's Bible
from first communion, signed by pastor,
broken spine, un-read, left behind,
By the waters of
Babylon,
there we sat down
reaching out again for the Santa Biblia
bi-lingual and diverse
this time
hearing
Colgábamos nuestras arpas
We hung our harps
Let's see who stays around
for the blessing in Verse 9
Dichoso el que agarre a tus pequeños...
Jim Bodeen
17 October 2018
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