Prayers That Live

new poem

sometimes when I pray
before a meal, I remember
my grandmother’s prayers
in Swedish, and her voice

Be still,
and know that I am God . . .

From Psalm 46: 10

praying the Psalms
old rose bush leans
against evergreens

Evening, and morning, and at noon,
will I pray, and cry aloud:
and he shall hear my voice.

Psalm 55: 17

Monday grey sky
and raindrops
on the windows
how green the trees
and gardens

Bible on my shelf
a ribbon holds my place
in the Psalms

prayers that live
in my heart
The Psalms

Haiku from a new poem today at POEMS FROM PSALMS AND NATURE:

prayers that live
in my heart and
are renewed often
The Psalms