As we continue to play in the sandbox of the psalms, this week, I want to invite you to re-write the psalms in your own words. Please note, this is not a test. There is no grade. Second, you don’t need to know Hebrew, I am not asking for a word-for-word translation. I am asking you to open your sacred imagination. I ask that you read the psalm of the day first. You may even wish to read the words from two or three translations. Then, let the words you’ve read evoke and provoke a prayer/song from your soul in response.
Today, we turn to Psalm 8. Read this through a few times, then try to hear what your shy soul is saying in response. Here is my take:
God, You are a Genius at
play. You are not so somber or serious
that it is, “all work and no play/fun/laughter/joy.” You know what it is like to coo with an
infant and color with all the crayons alongside a toddler, such actions put our
enemies to shame. I see how You twinkle
like the diamonds in the sky, glow like a moonlight shimmering on the sea, and
soar with the blue jay flying from branch to branch.
With all the glory, what am
I? Who am I? Why do You insist and persist to call us
featherless bipeds, “Beloved”?
Yet, You call us to be
collaborators and conspirators and co-creators.
You call us to be stewards, tending all creation with the loving respect
of caring for what You are making here and now.
Help me live my human-sizeness in relationship with You. When I survey all Your sacred imagination has
brought forth, God, You are a Genius at play!
Amen.
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