Friday, July 20, 2018

July 20: Jericho Brown, "Psalm 150," Date Night

Psalm 150

by:  Jericho Brown

Some folks fool themselves into believing,
But I know what I know once, at the height
Of hopeless touching, my man and I hold
Our breaths, certain we can stop time or maybe

Eliminate it from our lives, which are shorter 
Since we learned to make love for each other 
Rather than doing it to each other. As for praise 
And worship, I prefer the latter. Only memory

Makes us kneel, silent and still. Hear me? 
Thunder scares. Lightning lets us see. Then, 
Heads covered, we wait for rain. Dear Lord, 
Let me watch for his arrival and hang my head

And shake it like a man who's lost and lived. 
Something keeps trying, but I'm not killed yet.


I'm going on a date tonight with the woman I love.  It just so happens that I'm lucky enough to be married to her.  We are alone tonight.  Childless.  It doesn't happen very often.  However, every once in a while, we get a night to remind ourselves that we love each other.

Tonight is one of those nights.

Saint Marty prefers praise to worship, as well.  Just like Jericho Brown.

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