Thumbing through my book of Jane Kenyon poems
there it was.
I see it nearly every day, but this morning
the words on the old prayer card–written who knows when–
waltzed off the 3X5 and pierced my heart
suffusing it with serenity.
He never fails.
Scripture’s sublime majesty satisfies the longing soul,
restoring wonder, banishing fear, and making alive.
“Unless YHWH builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.
Unless YHWH watches over the city,
the watchman stays awake in vain” (Psalm 127:1).