Monday, Apr 27 2009

I have been noticing in recent weeks the beautiful blooming trees along our street. There are a couple pink dogwoods whose color seemed to peak about seven days ago with a deep brilliant pink, and since then I’ve noticed the color fading day by day. It has reminded me of this poem by Robert Frost:

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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Psalm 130 Saturday, May 24 2008

Our pastor will be preaching from Psalm 130 tomorrow. Here is a translation of that psalm done by Robert Alter in The Book of Psalms.

Psalm 130

From the depths I called You, Lord,

Master, hear my voice.

May Your ears listen close to the voice of my plea.

Were You, O Yah, to watch for wrongs,

Master, who could endure?

For forgiveness is Yours,

so that You may be feared.

I hoped for the Lord, my being hoped,

and for His word I waited.

My being for the Master –

more than the dawn-watchers watch for the dawn.

Wait, O Israel, for the Lord,

for with the Lord is steadfast kindness,

and great redemption is with Him.

And He will redeem Israel

from all its wrongs.

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