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29 January 2017

Village Poem (Sunday Psalms Series)

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Sunday Psalms: Fictional Narratives Inspired by the Psalms, Proverbs, & Other Biblical  Works

Barely morning.
Bits of dawn illuminate earth.
Darkness morphs into light.

In the village of Buckley,
Mayor Freitag is first to rise.
Curtains open, scene astounds,
Silence breaks.
He can’t help but shout:

“Wife! Children!
Get up, I say!
What’s happened to the trees?
The grass? The streets?

Mayor’s voice cannons.
Peaceful village, no more.
When Mayor Freitag is disturbed,
The whole house quakes.

“It’s early, Papa.”
Sleepy eyes rub into consciousness.
In rumpled nightshirts,
John, Jilian, & Joseph rise.
Hair askew, dream particles linger.
What’s so urgent, Papa?

“The Watchman!
Must find the Watchman.
John, go fetch him.
Look!
There he is now, crunching through the gate.”

“Good morning, Mayor.”
Watchman is cheery.
His breath comes out in streams of smoke.
The air—it’s not been this cold since…
Ever.

“Good morning? You call this good?”
Silly Watchman.

“I take it you do not.”
Watchman stamps his feet,
Rubs his hands together.
Ruddy cheeks grin.

Mayor glares out from his porch,
Shivering paranoia.
“You’re sure there was no message?
No word from the castle?
No warning of this disaster
Stealing color from our fields?

Watchman shakes his head.
No notice. No warning.
Thirty years a watchman,
Now this…
This sneak attack, this quiet ploy,
Gentle as an evening lullaby.

“It seems alright, Mayor.
Don’t recognize this substance
That consumes our land.
But maybe it’s for good.”

Mayor snorts his reply.
“The very reason I hold power,
I discern what is and is not
good.”

Watchman bows his head.
Mayor shakes his fist.
“Call the Sage.
Post haste.”

“Which one, sir?”

“Which one?
All of them.”
Watchman hurries to comply.
He wades through the
Strange soil
Blanketing Buckley village.

What takes them so long?
Can’t they see the crisis?
Our land has been covered
By this strange, cold substance.

“Finally.”
The Sages arrive.
Mayor Freitag babes a fondness
For wise men gathering.
Good mayor.
He wants to understand.

“What is it?
What’s happened to our village?”
Mayor paces,
Interrogating his Sages.

These wise men and women,
They are not rushed as he.
They warm hands by crackling fire.
Perhaps a hot drink?
A plate of eats
While mental wheels wake?

“There’s no time for lethargy.
Our land has been devoured.”
Mayor wrings his hands.
Can’t they see?
Their land is buried.
No time for lethargy.

“I’ve heard of this phenomenon.
A long time ago,
It came upon our land.”
The youngest Sage speaks out.

Mayor nods.
“Continue.
Tell me more of this strange…
Stuff.

“No need to fret.
The cold will dissipate.”

“But when?
When will it leave?”

“Don’t know for sure.
It’s hard to say.
When temperatures rise
The cold will melt away.
But until then
We simply wait.”

“Nothing?
How can we do nothing?
We’ve land to work,
Projects to build.
That new well
Won’t dig itself.”

“Relax, dear Mayor,”
The oldest sage urges.
“You work so hard.
Take a break.
Enjoy the momentary rest.”

The Sages all nod.
This makes good sense.
The heavens have spoken.
Rest. They will rest.

Mayor Freitag–
He is slow to comply.
Cease from all work?
He stamps his feet and makes it known:
This was not part of his plan.
But as the hours turn into days
And all activity rests,
Even Mayor Freitag
Must admit,
This thing,
This substance they call snow
Just might be heaven’s gift.

When the layer of dew evaporated, behold, on the surface of the wilderness there was a fine flake-like thing, fine as the frost on the ground. When the sons of Israel saw it, they said to one another, “What is it?” For they did not know what it was. And Moses said to them, “It is the bread which the Lord has given you to eat. Exodus 16:14-15 (NASB)

For thus said the Lord Jehovah, the Holy One of Israel, In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength. And ye would not…Isaiah 30:15

For He saith to the snow, Fall thou on the earth; likewise to the shower of rain, and to the showers of his mighty rain. Job 37:6 (ASV)

Hast thou entered the treasuries of the snow, Or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail, which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war? By what way is the light parted, or the east wind scattered upon the earth? Job 38:22-24 (ASV)

Question to Ponder: Where do you need rest today?

Song Recommendation: I Will Rest by City Harbor

Written by Heidi Sadler, Inspired by Exodus 16, Isaiah 30, Job 37 & 37, Copyright © 2017 Heidi Sadler, All Rights Reserved. Exodus 16:14-15 Scripture taken from the NEW AMERICAN STANDARD BIBLE®, Copyright © 1960,1962,1963,1968,1971,1972,1973,1975,1977,1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission.”

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-Read Previous Sunday Psalms from Season Two: Episode 1Episode 2, Episode 3Episode 4Episode 5,Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8Episode 9, Episode 10, Episode 11, Episode 12,Episode 13, Episode 14, Episode 15, Episode 16,  Episode 17,Episode 18, Episode 19, Episode 20, Episode 21, Episode 22, Episode 23

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