Author: Maren Tirabassi
Last saved by: Tanika Wainwright

# Living Psalm 19, October 4, 2026_Tirabassi

It is so much more than the words of our mouths
and the meditations of our hearts –
this psalm often reduced
to a get-home-free-card before a sermon.

It is cosmic glory ... 
telling the stories of lightyears passing,

It is day to day words ... I love you,
you are a child, precious ...
we welcome you, whoever you are.

It is night to night knowing
the grief of Gaza, Ukraine, Nepal,
of tomorrow's sorrows 
willingly embraced and never ignored, 
and the holy weeping 
for any last creature of its kind
before extinction.

No speech of a campaign is truth-telling
if a single voice is still unheard,
yet holy breath speaks wonder
for those quiet enough to listen,
and Signs in the sky for those 
who read in hands 
love's unexpected shape.

Truth is the tent of the sun,
joy is a spin of axis on the way to hope –
for everyone receives a rising,
the same and beautiful hours of day,
the heat that grows the seeds
and does not destroy,
the peace of night, a soul's reviving, 
gold shining in fish of deep rivers,
sweetness of the honeycomb,
the taste and hope and sting.

Place on my tongue your words, O God,
in my heart, your kindness,
and teach me to accept them as both true
yet always changing,

that even the most clumsy speaking
and the imperfect meditations 
of all our beating hearts may be acceptable 
as an echo and shadow of your love.